I knew a man who could fly.
He was born that way.
Kept his wings hidden
Beneath his shirt.
He showed them to me.
Long silken feathers,
Gleaming silver flecked with blue.
Believe me, it’s true.
He raised his head to the wind,
Extended his wings and soared,
Under the sun’s Sparkling eye.
I do not lie.
Sorry Ursula. I realise that disturbing was the wrong word!
Interesting! Thanks John.😀
Well, the thought that someone I might be speaking to could suddenly flap his (hidden) wings and take off and to quote you, Ursula, "I do not lie." Well, call me over-sensitive, but that disturbed me. Wonderful poetry though, thank you!
John
Thank you for the comment, John. I am surprised you find it disturbing! I don't see it that way. But great to get the feedback.
Beautiful poetry which I found disturbing. Impresses me greatly, Ursula.
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.
Lovely, Ursula. It reminded me of Icarus and Daedalus.
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Ursula O'Reilly
Wed 5th Jan 2022 17:23
No problem, John. 😃