Fly Poem by Morgan Michaels

Fly

Rating: 5.0


My grip upon the silken cord grows weak
I long as much to linger as to flee
(as if my ruined wings would carry me)
Have I been here a moment or a week?
The cordial poison courses through my limbs
I think it was a mighty drop to drink-
Woeful wound, but worth it, now, I think,
and sweeter finally than my wildest dreams.
How wide the web extends itself about!
each cable seeming fastened to a star
as one by one my tiny lamps go out
like the candles of a candelabra.
How sweet to sink in spite of all intention
into the shivering ecstasy of extinction.

Friday, March 2, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Cynthia Buhain-baello 02 March 2012

Vivid imagery and cutting intensity as one is caught in the web of love -whether fly or man.

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Valerie Dohren 02 March 2012

Like this one too - very imaginative. I don't mind flies.

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