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| Soul's Wing by Ella Wilson |
As a child I wished for wings,
Dreaming I could fly away
From my despairing landscape,
Taking formation with a migrating flock,
Performing effortless cartwheels through the heavens.
Summer winds carried no angry words
To wound an innocent heart,
And the smiling stars in the night sky
Were the friendliest faces I’d ever seen.
My flights of fantasy
Carried me through my childhood,
Although those temporary escapes
Faded with the passing years.
These days my grown up feet
Are firmly rooted on the ground,
But even still there are times
When I can’t help but wish
I did have magical wings,
That I could just fly away once more.
~~~ This poem was written in response to a photo prompt from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. You can find more of Ella's work over at her blog Ella's Edge.
14 comments:
This is beautiful, Mary! I like very much the transition from your childhood until to today. I think sometimes we all wish we could fly sometimes!
I love this glimpse of childhood - and the wistful wish even now, when your feet are "firmly rooted," to fly.
Comforting fantasy, then and now, to be able to fly away.
sometimes I wish too....enjoyed this...:-)
You've finely expressed a deep wish most of us have had at one time or another.
Don't we wish for those magical wings to fly away from all our cares ~ Lovely share Mary ~
This image was perfect for you, Mary, and you made it your own.
So much in this:
"Summer winds carried no angry words
To wound an innocent heart,
And the smiling stars in the night sky
Were the friendliest faces I’d ever seen."
Gorgeous and emotive.
My flights of fantasy
Carried me through my childhood,
So lovely. But children need that fantastical imaginative mindset I think, often to survive those tender years. Loved this!
This was so wonderful! It touched so many feelings and had a dance of intimacy!
I love these lines:
"And the smiling stars in the night sky
Were the friendliest faces I'd ever seen."
Wow...I love how you embraced the prompt...and how this image guided you! :D
Lovely poem, I can relate... I too wish for wings even now and sometimes, especially when I read poems like yours, I can feel them beginning to bud...
I had the same wish to have wings when I was a child..The first lines could have been spoken by me. Even now I too wish for wings...beautiful piece!
Having both firm roots and wings of imagination is the best gift, I think.
I think you should cartwheel if you want to...I loved that line, I could so picture it. If I tried to cartwheel, something bad might happen...lol. Lovely, really hits a nostalgic chord.
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