Wings
Two small birds on the canvas aerodynamic even in repose colored feathers resplendent end of a long inheritance reaching back to saurian life before flight before flowers before we could have been imagined coming so late and so full of new ideas you were our first music your songs rising in counterpoint above the drumbeat of our blood giving us dreams full of wings lifting in the bright air of morning or swift and soundless as the great owl in moonlight our hearts forever yearning for the grace of flight Mary McCarthy This poem was written in response to the surprise ekphrastic poetry challenge on birds. Mary McCarthy has always been a writer even though she spent most of her working years as a Registered Nurse. Recently moved to Florida, she has been enjoying the abundant local wildlife, including a great variety of birds, everything from snowy egrets and pelicans to osprey and vultures. She has had work published in many online and print journals, and has an e chapbook “Things I Was Told Not to Think About” available as a free download from Praxis Magazine.
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