If the sacred kingfisher flies,
It will frantically flap its wings to
The sand of the sea
To make this deep curve be a kind of rainbow.
Its flight can be like a deep, steady wing that beats
The air to fly higher and higher.
Its wings seemingly bite the air.
So skilled at flying
Is the sacred kingfisher
And so naturally suited to the sky that
It can make this deep curve a kind of rainbow.
From that deep curve comes its screams
And the bleeding rain,
While the bird is frantically flapping its wings
To eat its silent prey,
And to become a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly
Any longer.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
good imagery there Marieta...well, we are all moving preys ignorant, aren't we?
i liked your imagination.giving the word flights a new meaning
wonderful imagination.. n the birds' wait to fall on the moving prey
the flight of the bird carrying the whole weight of existence is well portrayed here...
From: Larry Volz (South Africa ;) To: Marieta Maglas Date Time: 12/16/2009 12: 19: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: Flight i like your imagination...beautiful 10 Larry
beautiful poem...nice image painted into your readers mind.....well done! !
Such sadness....the kingfisher is as bait to the stooping hawk.
From: Seraza Uzuner (Zürich Switzerland; Male; 19) To: Marieta Maglas Date Time: 11/1/2009 2: 27: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: Hello, dear Marieta I'd really like you to comment on my new one called 'I heard the devil cry' as soon as you got the time. By the way, i liked your, FLight'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great fantasy of flight. nice write.voted10 surya