Words are sometimes pillowed,
of eiderdown, uttered softly lulla-
bying for an almost drowning.
At other times they billow, soar
on feathered wings, brave you
into boldness asking for a yes
or no, like the tethered silence
in the rain-soaked plumage left
after strike from raptor’s claws.
Today Victoria hosts at dVerse, and want us to think about feathers in our poems. I thought of a few of the different feathers and how they can mean different when used for words. So bring out your quill and join us with your feather poem… Bar opens at 9 PM CST.
September 20, 2016