Sharing Wing Birds Poem by Dónall Dempsey
Sharing Wing Birds
A moon
the colour of sorrow.
Rain falling
like regret.
The memory
of your beauty
awakened by
the music
tiptoes on moonlit feet
slowly silently
across the lawn.
A cat
(immune to human emotion)
yawns
silhouetted against
an Autumn moon.
He listens
to our human words
more out of boredom
than anything else
as if we were characters
in a play
enacting words that will be
forever spoken:
“Let us be sharing wing birds
...the thing of legend...
with only one eye
only one wing
only by sharing wings
can we fly! ”
Chiselled into
a night gone by
the words remain
engraved upon the air.
The cat wonders
how do humans do that
...& why?
He pads quietly
through the words
the memory of us
bristling his fur.
Brillant...I second that emotion! I know that Chinese legend and I love the notion of it! But what you do with it and where you take it. The whole notion of the cat stepping through a memory engraved in the air is fantastic especially the last line of the memory of us...bristling his fur. Wonderful stuff. Your power to evoke startling images and tell a good story whilst making us laugh and then cry at the same time is beyond bounds. I just love what you can do with your words and where your words take me. I was drawn to the title because of knowing the legend but didn't expect anything as wonderful as this. superb writing! love Dee Dee
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4/23/2024 6:22:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What could I do but agree with JH and DDW...BRILLIANT! Evocative, startling word pictures, emotions that fill the air...and linger there...on the wing of the sharing birds...Beautifully Crafted.