when last we saw her



she was an old lady now

rattling around lost and forgotten

a shell of who she first had been

like a pile of yellow feathers she had found once, in the wood
 
she was ready at long lost

to put her memories to rest

so she stretched out her feathered wings

 and disappeared from sight

through a hole in the sky



Comments

  1. C.C.17 April 2016 at 21:48

    I like the optimism at the end.....the image of her stretching our her feathered wings and flying on through a hole in the sky "when last we saw her"---beautiful :-)

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  2. brenda w18 April 2016 at 07:32

    This is a beautiful ending to a life. If only it were so easy when our time arrives. I'm struck by how lovely this is, and keep rereading. Thank you.

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  3. Jae Rose18 April 2016 at 07:59

    The delicate imagery becomes bold and meaningful in this wonderful poem - i am glad she found her wings and flew

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  4. Unknown18 April 2016 at 11:06

    A beautiful way to move forward ... Bastet

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