Heron’s wings span six-feet wide
great grey appendages in rhythmic flight

Dragonfly wings are camouflaged,
propel elongated bodies who hover in sight

Monarch’s wings are stained-glass delicate
with each flutter, sprinkle fantasies of delight

My wings, imaginary, give me faith and hope
mechanisms of spirituality, my soul’s fire ignite.

(Image mine)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

28 thoughts on “Winged”

  1. I love watching winged creatures and enjoyed reading this piece. Favorite words are “great grey appendages”…
    And I have a lovely image in my mind with you with actual wings flying around with the herons and monarchs and dragonflys…maybe the image is a metaphor (?) for you giving wings to your words.

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