Morgan Michaels

Fly - Poem by Morgan Michaels

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Comments about Fly by Morgan Michaels

  • Bronze Star - 2,781 Points Anthony Di''anno (12/4/2014 4:51:00 AM)

    Reminds of thn pause before opening the bottle, the point of jumping placing trust in the parachute at the mercy of the wind.
    Thoroughly enjoyed. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,221 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (3/2/2012 7:50:00 PM)

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

  • Silver Star - 4,112 Points Diane Hine (3/2/2012 5:56:00 PM)

    Enjoyable, 'cables to stars'-lovely. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,413 Points Valerie Dohren (3/2/2012 12:04:00 PM)

    Like this one too - very imaginative. I don't mind flies. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 2, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 20, 2015

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