Her thread legs test this hold
of woven fingers.
The only discernible weight
is that of her confusion:
tremulous wings try to lift
the weight of her want
to escape.
I unravel my hands - and she flies
over the hedge,
her leopard colours brighten
the meadows beyond. See,
how easily she claims her release.
from the field book
An inspiring gift for anyone who enjoys watching nature.
4 comments:
A very graphic poem, Carol. It's blustery here today, but I hope I can feel spring unravelling in the wind! I'm still waiting for my first 2010 butterfly...
oh that's lovely, I'm waiting for butterflies today, they won't choose today I'd guess...
I appreciate the moment of release; I could feeeel it! and see it!
Thank you.
I reckon one with wings would have a heightened escapist tendency. Confusion would serve as the wind beneath such a one's wings.
I like the line break after the sixth line, resulting to:
the weight of her want
to escape
Interesting, and with impact. Cheers.
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