by Clara Mae Gregory
Their future's flight
was seeded by their past-
with earmarked earnings
failing to fend off the foul.
Their duncical destinies took root
as they found themselves grounded
in the Land of the Blind
ruled by a one-eyed king
and a lying fille de joie queen.
So they stoled their freedom
on the wailing winds of wisdom,
gliding through the Heaven's light
soothed by nature's lullabyes,
riding on the wings of flight.
Author's Note: slightly revised
Posted on 01/04/2018
Copyright © 2018 Clara Mae Gregory
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/09/18 at 08:22 PM|
Interesting poem. I like the alliteration lines in this Clara Mae. That second stanza really stands out.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/13/18 at 01:24 PM|
Glad to see you posting, Melanie. Love the flow and the word choices which add up to imagery worth the viewing.