..
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
of
falling
down.
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Prompted by Victoria’s Poetics prompt over at dVerse. Come play!
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Whoa! Thanks.You know what you wrote, take a bow 🙂
Love all the uses of feathers and falling down. 🙂
Wonderful poem. You and Bryan were mos def in sync with this one! I love all the uses of feathers falling down….
You’ve quite captured the feather with this one.
what it
might be like to
taste the wind;
know the sky,
and the intricate glory
of
falling
down…. beautiful!!
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.
Well, I literally just yesterday tried to find and purchase an owl feather for my husband, and you can’t buy them, so maybe that is one.
Now I know that, at least, Thanks!
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)
BEING CLEAR
When hope is in a pillow
to make the pillow billow,
the night will be no study
by which the visions eddy.
🙂
a lovely beginning with a calming end! ❤
Lovely write…seemed to be caught in the wind!
That last line gave me the image of a falcon or hawk plummeting towards its unsuspecting prey. Fantastic images in this!
De, this is just wonderful. I love those ending lines:
Begin
to wonder what it
might be like to
taste the wind;
know the sky,
and the intricate glory
of
falling
down.
Such a lovely read.
‘Begin
to wonder what it
might be like to
taste the wind;
know the sky’
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous write ❤
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!
I like this, De, fun and freeing.
This was a great feather-light drift.
Beautiful!
Oh! This is glorious, De! x
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……
Dayum!
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”
I could feel the tickling! 🙂
This is beautiful. The last stanza soared and danced in the air before making a graceful bow.
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!