Altitudes Of Blue Poem by Meghan Fenwick-Boland

Altitudes Of Blue

Whiplash.
Robbed me of my wings;
Vanished from my back,
Sent me spiraling down—down.

A violent freefall
To a land-grounded thing.
Moments ago, I was blissfully ethereal,
Gliding amongst the fuchsia cloud.

Robbed me of my wings;
Fell to world
That had become an instant desert
In the explosion,
Where it was eternal, gushing green and blue.

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