Of Wings Agape – A Narrative Poem of Birds and Resurrection

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Context is necessary, and so is the need to finish up procrastinated English homework. This poem was created as an explanatory myth, tampering with the theme of resurrection. Greek Mythology is full of similar stories in regards to flowers. I thought to do the same, but instead have my theme as the creation of birds. The Picture is a visual I drew to accompany the poem.

Of Open Wings

Of blades or blight

And passing time

Dusk overcomes the lowly

 

A bandits raid, a sweeping plague

Unheard cries whisper from the village

As crimson stains lay in the forgotten grass

 

Led to a raging river by curiosity alone

A mis-step

Into an unnoticed splash

 

When the young reach the crossroads of death

Unlike those, time-touched and weary,

An latent path appears

And paves the way for further dreams

 

The lost time returns

As the gods give the fallen a second chance

 

They’re reborn as Earth’s angels

The rulers of the sky, 

feathers that outshine the sun

 

Have you noticed?

Each bird flaunts a different crest.

 

Observers of past and now

The to-be wise become the owls,

The dreamers of change

 

Those who lead far to the horizon,

The daring become the ospreys

Which carry a mast of wings around them

 

The Corvids cry unheard by none

Their rebellious calling a rhythmic howl

Messengers of the word

Yet observers in the dark

 

When ties are burned

And shattered fragments of hope lay dormant

They unveil their wings

Their dreams are not lost

Just transferred

To those with mastery of a different domain

 

Of Blades or blight

And misfortune alone

The crossroads had called.

 

But with a long ascent

They now stride by  the noble sun

Or the spinning sky of stars above.