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.
