"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Friday, June 24, 2011

Stories in the sky

Grecian statue clouds
mailable marble above
first a goddess on high
her noble profile
swept with curled tendrils
of a windblown mane
strong sure Roman nose
tall thin neck
stretching longer now
until woman becomes swan
beak from nose
wings born of lustrous locks
graceful swift bird
swimming through the air
she tries to escape
the rabbit turned fox
stalking up from behind
finally he leaps forward
and upon landing
is engulfed by the swan
predator and prey merge
begetting the angel
messenger of heaven
ablaze with a holy call
flying higher and higher
and the cumulus minstrels
keep telling stories in the sky

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