he never quite knew
what he did when he gave her
that pair of small wings
he used to keep them
in an old box always locked
until she came by
he thought they would match
the clothes she wore the color
of asphalt and clouds
she claimed those wings no
they claimed her as soon as she
put them on they grew
he tried to cut them
like her hair they grew longer
they tore her apart
she never quite knew
if she was crucified or
flying perhaps both
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. “Happy”)
Written for Poem Tryouts
Image credit: indgoblue’s tumblr site
Oh, oh, oh. The last two stanzas. Powerful! The image looks particularly good on your blog.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Margo.
DeleteThis is such an interesting image.
must agree with Margo, it is the last two stanzas, particularly the last
ReplyDeleteNice to see you, Mark. Thank you for your comment.
DeleteI hadn't expected those last two stanzas. Nice little twist.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Misk Mask.
DeleteOh, yes. You more than did the picture justice.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debi.
DeleteSasha, you are so good at these prompts, It was after I read this last night that I couldn't resist giving this prompt a 'go':) thank-you.
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you, Janet :-)
DeleteThe image really pulled me in.
I like the image in the fifth stanza. It gives me a sense of pain (the cut wings) and relief (they grow longer).
ReplyDeleteThank you, Adriana, nice meeting you.
DeleteI liked the image too. I like what you did with it.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we fly like moths...
Thanks again for your prompts and encouragement.
Stay warm another storm is brewing.
We are sort of neighbors... hours by the roads :)
By the time snowstorms reach us they turn into rain...very rarely do we get snow. I'm hoping for at least one good snowstorm (as long as the power stays on!) - we've hardly had any winter so far.
DeleteJules, you're very welcome. I'm happy you've been enjoying wikems and grateful for your support. Thank you :-)