Wingless
Particles cling
peripheral vison
see’s unseen shadows
I
saw new horizons
over the
machinery of cities
lost connections to
the moors…
where the bracken fern, an
unwitting witness
of supernatural darkness
flying on Earth with a whisper of night,
and songs of
cities contemplating
the burning fire…
– smog hisses thick
pervasive
on
Earth
laden with grit
stops the flight of wings,
I
saw –
a
raven
contemplating the machinery of
civilisation…
wingless, I saw myself
standing in a
dimly lit vacuum
unable to reach the essence
Of Time…
glossy black
feathered
wings clipped by
social structure
I saw myself standing
in chilling limbo
– the Doors to silence
beyond my reach …
I saw new horizons
over the
machinery of cities
lost connections to
the moors…
forever hovering
on the threshold of flight
nothing more than a caged bird.
*
SharonleeGoodhand
