She is unprepared
for the freedom
the power
the hot wind
that catches her up
in her ship of skin.
She sees herself
a feathered vessel
a heron
long limbs poised
possessed by the shadow
and the secret of flight.
She gives in
grey eyes glinting
and peels away
her last layers of girlhood
arms up, hair down
like a long held lucky charm
lost in a heart shaped hill
of fabric on the floor.
Loved the visual with these words thena....beautiful
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ReplyDeleteoh my bloody gawd... I've not looked at your amazeballs blog for ages and holy crappola!!!! You write like a pro Athena! No I really mean it - you are so readable... like reading a really funny magazine or newspaper article. And not one from the actual newspaper bit but from the more interesting weekend magazine bit... And now that poem... I can't even begin to say how wonderful... ok I'll stop now.
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