Best Poems Written by Jeanne Macdonald

Wings

Wings


Summer has come early this year
a Pieridae the shade of candle wax

suspending its journey, rests
against her open bathroom window. 

Draughts from the west wind
replaces air from Northern chills,

a comfort in the heated water.
Squeezing her eyes half closed
 
body is veiled in a haze of steam;
sealed as though there’s no escape,
 
‘til curtains flutter as butterfly wings.
like her thoughts, ready for flight.

Copyright © Jeanne Macdonald | Year Posted 2020