Bird On The Wing Poem by James Timothy Jarrett
Bird On The Wing
I stand 'neath wintered sky
And mock by my life
Winged Goddesses.
Bolts from on high,
Blue crackling death,
Thrown with careless hand
Have not felled me.
Surrounded by their circling fury
I smile
My body is battered
But my arrow is true.
Black and fleet
Their wings churn the sky.
They point now to one of their own
I have winged a Valkyrie
Unique poem; enjoyed it. Thanks for the comment on mine. Interesting analogy. Adeline
I love your challenge to those winged Goddesses Jim, so full of imagery. I imagine this recalls an experience from which you write so vividly. Ten for this chilling account my friend. from Fay.
It's nice to read a poem with decent and stylish verse. I like words that have a picture in mind. I can only strive for my own. Jan Harvey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 11:43:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I really loved this piece.... I now have to find out the definition of Valkyrie. Something mythical? You are educating me.Thanks