From the Nest
written by: Johnch
Wings barely formed, fluttering
As each push brings the edge
Of the abyss— to find no flight
Just the silence of falling
The caw held.
Wings slowly formed to fly
Each slow flap lifts to
Hover over the abyss:
Just the silence of gliding
The soft caw.
Searching from her nest
In slow glide over rocks
Away from the abyss:
Now the silence is ruptured
The caw,
That caw.
NOTE:
Based on the Prompt – Echoes of Unyielding Voices
John writes poetry as a means of capturing the roaming sentences that spring to mind at any time often a reaction to his environment at the time. His poetry blog - Underlined on WordPress.
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