The Feather Poem by Ashley Hawkes

The Feather



Give me a chance O Angel of Fury
Stand not in the doorway so long
Break me the bread of forgiveness
Believe me when I say I was wrong

I've slept in the snow for a hundred days
Ideals melt in my mouth
I've swallowed the eggs of a hundred Night-Birds
And I need you to help get them out

A Northern wind caresses my sails
A humble green shoot breaks through
And on the skin of the Lake
Between sleep and awake
A feather tells tales on you

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Ashley Hawkes

Ashley Hawkes

Hawera, Taranaki, New Zealand
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