Fledgling Thoughts, Caught


They are the stuff
of fluff, and
float. Of pillows and
bed and quiet nesting.

Of arrow quest and
scritching quill. Of flutter.

Of hollow bones and hope
and reasons to fly.

We collect them
in jars and quivers,
shiver as they tickle
us under chin. Begin
to wonder what it
might be like to
taste the wind;
know the sky,
and the intricate glory


Prompted by Victoria’s Poetics prompt over at dVerse. Come play! 

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26 Responses to Fledgling Thoughts, Caught

  1. ZQ says:

    Whoa! Thanks.You know what you wrote, take a bow 🙂

  2. Brian says:

    Love all the uses of feathers and falling down. 🙂

  3. kanzensakura says:

    Wonderful poem. You and Bryan were mos def in sync with this one! I love all the uses of feathers falling down….

  4. You’ve quite captured the feather with this one.

  5. thotpurge says:

    what it
    might be like to
    taste the wind;
    know the sky,
    and the intricate glory
    down…. beautiful!!

  6. Nan Mykel says:

    Stuff and fluff…and scritching quill. I never heard one. I’ll have to try it. I’ve heard there are some feathers one is not allowed to possess…Not which ones, tho.

  7. Those feathers capture that dream of flying.. Maybe I need other feathers in my pillow to make me dream less nightmares (probably bats in my pillow)

  8. Vaccinius says:


    When hope is in a pillow
    to make the pillow billow,
    the night will be no study
    by which the visions eddy.


  9. rosemawrites says:

    a lovely beginning with a calming end! ❤

  10. annell4 says:

    Lovely write…seemed to be caught in the wind!

  11. Bryan Ens says:

    That last line gave me the image of a falcon or hawk plummeting towards its unsuspecting prey. Fantastic images in this!

  12. De, this is just wonderful. I love those ending lines:
    to wonder what it
    might be like to
    taste the wind;
    know the sky,
    and the intricate glory
    Such a lovely read.

  13. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    to wonder what it
    might be like to
    taste the wind;
    know the sky’

    Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous write ❤

  14. Bodhirose says:

    What a beautiful, sensory-filled poem on feathers. I particularly like the ending where “down” can be used as a direction or as that beautiful, soft fluff!

  15. I like this, De, fun and freeing.

  16. This was a great feather-light drift.

  17. Oh! This is glorious, De! x

  18. lillian says:

    oh SOOOO well done! “scritching quill” LOVE this! And especially like the idea of how we usually think romantically of soaring should we have feathers and be a bird — but you’ve done the twist here and mention in the end, the glorious act of falling down. Yes — when I fall (as in broken ankle on Bermuda hike) — when humans fall – it’s usually with a tumble, a bump, a thud, an ouch, a clumsiness. And when the feather falls, it glides to earth……..on a whisper if you will. LOVE this idea of the feather’s fall……

  19. Pleasant Street says:


  20. Cyress says:

    Goodness, there are a lot of words inside of “fledgling.”

    I love that this might be about swishing up a root-beer float, and gulping it down.

    Dude, you are so clever: “in jars and quivers” … referring to the double meaning in “quivers” … and “jars,” come to think of it

    Love this line too: “shiver as they tickle”

  21. I could feel the tickling! 🙂

  22. Imelda says:

    This is beautiful. The last stanza soared and danced in the air before making a graceful bow.

  23. Kay says:

    What a whimsical journey your poem elicits! I love the imagery in the way you describe feather uses and how we may encounter them in our world, and the way it pinnacles with our imagining what I might be like to fly. It’s true, I do just that!

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