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Wishing I Had Wings

by Ken Harnisch

Wishing I had wings to freely fly
I remain, instead, the hooded falcon
Tethered to his post by chains
Which are removed
On alternating Saturdays so I can soar
Above the stadia
Where fools in painted epithelia
Point and gasp and cheer
 
Had I those liberated wings
I would fly to her
To be that reassurance
She needs it will all go well
And I would tell her
That savaged hearts and broken pediments
Are but temporary ruins, and ruins can rise again
To become cathedrals
 
Her own spirit is a broken wing
Her flight brought down by
Shotguns from a wrongful heart
Knowing those shots myself, and the dreary
Men who fire them, I am more apt now
To be gnawing at the chains,
And ripping at the blindfold
Wishing I had wings to freely fly

10/20/2007

Author's Note: To flight and its glory...

Posted on 10/20/2007
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anne Engelen on 10/20/07 at 10:00 AM

Simply amazing!!!

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