ANGELS
Sometimes, i feel my wings assembling
They are lain across my back
Large and feathery, diaphanous
My wings assemble
I'm not ready to fly
Icarus, take heed, a faux pas repeated
Insults the Gods
A pantheon, lesser and higher, still
Succumbing to the mighty super nova
I'm not, ready to fly
Ah, yet eagle in her wisdom flies
Radiance shows with visibility
Sometimes teasing mortals, guardians
They draw swords in protection
And cover with their wings
I'm not ready to fly
And what of those whispering ones
Don't they have wings, i often ask myself
Whispering day, whispering night
Half truths and mischievous dares
I'm not, ready to fly
ANGELS © gillena cox 2015
Play it Again, Toads!
...where archived challenges of this Imaginary Garden come to life again, by exploring the sidebar (2011-2015) and selecting one or choose one from three highlighted in the present post.
I chose Fireblossom: "Calling All Angels" highlighted in the present post.
❧✿❧SEASONS GREETINGS❧✿❧
