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On Dead Wings

August 22, 2022
By liliocho7 BRONZE, Taoyuan City, Other
liliocho7 BRONZE, Taoyuan City, Other
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On dead wings I flew,

A black-white comet 

Curving below the moon.


That orange disk I beheld

As it rose, a burning giant,

I sank into the swells.


Heavy blue overhead

Seeped through plumage,

Dyed red my breaths — 


And I woke.

Feathers beneath my cheek

Encased in white silk.


The morning is cold.

I fold the sheets, mood bleak,

Somehow, like the toll


Of a rusted lead bell

Has been laid with grace

On my guiltless brow. 


My hands recall 

Upraising the killing rod

Eye grazing swift fowl —


On dead wings it fell,

Dauntlessly it drowned,

Gone before its punctured throat

Could choke on foaming froth.


The author's comments:

My mind was caught on the words "on dead wings," so I wrote this poem.


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on Aug. 22 2022 at 9:48 am
LiteraryMe PLATINUM, Dayton, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
“The earth has music for those who listen.” —William Shakespeare

I love the movement and fluidity of this poem!