The joys you brought into the home
A little silver-gray skein - soft and warm
Raspberry tongue and jade green eyes
I believe that you are exceptional -
nothing more, nothing less
You are a door opener, to inner feelings
There will always be hands to pat you
feed you and nurse your wounds
In the reflection room, threads are woven
of future dreams
A long earthly journey of discovery
with life-giving energies
Is it a gaggle of geese
as the sky turns red
or skein of ducks
flying overhead instead
into the wild blue yonder
and as the crow flies
it's not a murder
nor a tidings of magpies
there's more than one
(for sorrow)
the question I did surely ponder
as they flew into the setting sun
with sparrows I have no quarrel
and yet with the wisdom of owls
for this hunter with his gun
it's like shooting fish in a barrel
Flying wedge-like
as wool feathers the wind,
the geese are leaving the basin.
Where do they go?
How long till they arrive?
Will the plump make stops on the way?
At first a few
will arise together.
Later thousands flock to the sky.
Who leads the skein
and rides the windy tides
to the land of their winter dreams?
If I could fly,
wings soaring up with them,
I’d write poems with my pink feet.
And send all my pals a post card: “Wish you were here!”
First boost given by childhood privilege
Level defined by class, income
Indicate potential, an esteemed image
Gains permit exclusive decorum
Height obtained owes society's support
Top promotion opens rosy resort
Tariff emphasis applies gradual gravity
Wherewithal relies on deals won
Obligated to uphold palpable authority
Freedom creeps halting, a lizard
Lured from dimness, limbs doused in sun
Impulse to replenish is permission
Granted by spider vagabond home spun
Hung in a piano accordion alter
Tumult affords torn threads a small falter
Takeoff administered via mishap
Waiver sails on wind universe determines
Oracle unfolds glory, God's map
Sixteenth June 2022
Written for Contest: Flight Two
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I think of you.
You’re like a backbeat in my mind.
I wish I could mind
but I don’t.
I’ve long accepted my subservience
to this
elusive skein
of a dream.
Now all I must do
is
wait…
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