Wings Discarded On A Headland, Found Poem by Danny Draper
Wings Discarded On A Headland, Found
Wings discarded on a headland, found;
On coarse rock clean and worn
Honeycombed salty bitter, fragmented
Wrenched by the rowing sea
Alone disheveled, as rent from sky,
Carrion to the bemused wind
Unkempt and tossed asunder
Desecrated vestiges of grace
Whose calm and mighty carriage
Skimmed clouds to heavens afar
Did faithfully their masters bidding
Beat the winds as battle drum
Stalwart, soldiered ferocious storms
Until wretched cells were overrun,
Skin slain on the rocky ground
With pain and suffering overcome
Eyes and heart into the circle cast,
Reward befits the task.
Shedding the gift of burdens past
Dislodged feathers to the sea were cast,
Release from this Earthly mask
Resolute breath expired, and passed,
Ascending to the blue, blue vast…
Free at last, free at last, free at last.
Honeycombed, bitter salted and the rowing sea are just exceptional lines indeed... This although covering the final moments before decomposing (love that word, says so much) the beautiful decline of what once was... This is one of my favourites I've read in a while as an ode to bygone importance (ruffled feathers) ... Inspirational, this encourages so many passages of thought...harmony in words.. Karen
A very beautiful poem, really like it. Everything in life living or dead strives to be free. A really fantastic write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 12:44:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A fall and resurrection. Admiral poem, strongly written and the ryhme did not overcome the meaning as sometimes happens in verse. It begins with death and decay, then with power and purpose, and ends, in the poets own words, free at last, free at last, free at last.