sun is a harsh pillar of salt
while the moon is a white cross
you bear between faint heartbeats
& featherless shoulders
II.
scars on where your breasts
were are red still, but you are regal
a queen with baby hair
needing no peacock feathers
III.
hope is a bubble
without feathers, soaring with sea-
gulls, light as tumbleweed
IV.
your touch is feather
as you kneel down with a ring-
my heart, a river of joy
as sun drips, slow as candle wax
the golden light, warm as honey
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- It's OpenLinkNight. Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST. A "feathery" post for the Poetics I missed last Tuesday.
III is powerful, wonderful. I love this one best of all the poems you have listed here.
ReplyDeleteSo touching & a bit mysterious, this piece shines. It is written in the style that Bjhorn used today--which I'm digging. We need to use it for FFA one day.
ReplyDeleteNo. 2 was particularly touching to me. It reminded me of my mother, whose birthday is today, and who had a mastectomy when she had breast cancer. I remember seeing her scar once. Just thinking of it now makes me want to cry for her.
ReplyDeleteOh I love this, we seem to be having similar ideas here.. The feather telling different stories, all have their own aspect of love, pain and recovery. Number 2 is so touching.
ReplyDeleteEffective style for your theme and verse IV. is softly tender. III. is a fresh view of hope, different than Emily Dickinson's, "Hope is the thing with feathers"...
ReplyDeleteI like how each is different yet leads ever on to new beginnings and hope.
ReplyDeleteYou and Bjorn seem to be on the same wavelength. I love the whole poem but my favourite lines are:
ReplyDelete'hope is a bubble
without feathers, soaring with sea-
gulls, light as tumbleweed'
Oh my word, IV made me drool. Gorgeous!!!
ReplyDeleteI also love this:
"while the moon is a white cross
you bear between faint heartbeats
& featherless shoulders"
I'm a bit confused about this ... feathers symbolize freedom of flying to where ever you want to be ... feathers also can be used to make life here on earth a bit more flashy and give you the illusion of being someone you actually not are, especially when they are someone else's feathers, friend Grace ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you wrote this poem using the feather theme, Grace. I am enjoying the many facets of feathered beauty.
ReplyDeleteOh my - number 3 is splendid.
ReplyDeleteAll are beautiful but 2 really moves me.
ReplyDeleteHope in each one before it is done. The last is sure joyous too.
ReplyDeleteWhat absoolutely lovely poem Grace xoxox
ReplyDeletemoon is a white cross
ReplyDeleteyou bear between faint heartbeats
& featherless shoulders
...love that!
What wonderful ways with words
ReplyDeleteVery feathery indeed but each so unique. I love the idea of hope as a bubble without feathers as it describes so well the trust we must have in it's power.
ReplyDeleteno.2 reminds me of a Princess..sad & tragic...love no.4, sweet :)
ReplyDeleteLovely in its entirety. And the way you used these words...!
ReplyDeleteVery consistent flow through the four intricately dancing stanzas Grace. I leads to IV which equals the result of surviving and hope.
ReplyDeleteLife..
ReplyDeleteA
feather
tOuch..
A place
with little
helm control..
Force A feather into
heLm.. float siNks as
concrete quills...Spill..:)
A beautiful, wonderfully crafted piece. Lovely, emotive words: delicate and exquisite.
ReplyDeletehow sweet ,written so beautifully you painted the precious moment so well
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and as Glenn said, mysterious. I've read and re-read, and taken different things from it each time.
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazing transition from beginning to end. The contrasting first and last stanzas really stood out. What a way to capture sun!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, poignant and uplifting all at the same time. Happy week ahead, Grace. :-)
ReplyDelete~Imelda
Beautiful Grace, delicately and masterfully done.
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