Monday, April 1, 2019

Flight of Angels

My clanking heart
dreams of transforming
into an army of eagles
rather than this old
harpy, puzzled
and drugged
from too many good-
byes. Morning plans
evaporate into
mourning. Bedtime
fingerprints sprinkle
these sheets, protection
from nesting beasts
that have clipped
my wings.

Photo of Bird in Flight by Rob Blissett
You've Earned Your Wings

The prompt for Day One (copied from the Writer's Digest):

For today’s prompt, write a morning poem. Maybe you’re a morning person, maybe not. Your poem can be about a morning. Or it can be set during the morning. And those who’ve done this before probably already know that I have no problem with you interpreting this as a “mourning poem.”


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