April 2017

Flight of A Fashion

She traveled north
with her husband she chose
based on society’s mores
his decision accepted based
on her need to fly

trading asphalt and concrete
for a similar landscape
peppered with evergreens

leaving behind her self
melting in the heat of day
preparing for a rain cleansing
her of tainted memories

she traded her self-identity
with the prospect of years
rearing children alone
in unfamiliar landscape
needing to fly

always tethered & wings clipped
by a ritual of custom
her wings a rainbow

coloring her inside and out
brightened by the sun
dampened by the rain
her self conflicted interests

birds fly home to roost and nest
innate to their very being
so each time she returned to
her place of birth she
fell into memories

coming to know her colored feathers
of self would always remain
inside no matter
the need to fly

This is in response to Jamie Dedes’s Wednesday prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2017/04/19/the-same-old-self-delusions-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt/comment-page-1/. The photo below is taken from the Morgue file and digitized by myself.

Colored Flight

Excitement palpable within me
butterflies dancing
fluttering wings beating
against my stomach

every year the very same
each time I am dreaming of
tall pines, pine cones
needles making

a blanket beneath the tent
heavy and green smelling
of musty canvas
and flags

waving on a line strung across
our site by dad
clean diapers drying
marking the spot

where the tent is pitched
a Coleman stove sets
ready to cook a meal
a lantern lit

lighting branches a reflection
a glow of campfire
the sky filled with stars
happiness overflowing

This is in response to Jamie Dedes’s Wednesday prompt which you can read more about at https://jamiededes.com/2017/04/12/played-on-the-jersey-shore-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The photo below was taken from the Morgue file & digitized by myself.

Camping Pines