A babe at the feet of Majesty,
Looks up to the sky seeing,
Only layers of chameleon clouds.
Now a giraffe, now a poodle,
An angel, a dragon, waves.
Sharp ears pick up the sound,
Of a jetplane going somewhere,
Overhead in a strait line, between
air and azure.
Who am i, just a flight into azure,
So easily awed.
FLIGHT INTO AZURE © gillena cox 2018
[image from Bing, fair use]
Poetics: Getting Personal
Prompted by Amaya to Write a poem that only your intended audience will get. Show them who you are, not who you want the world to see.
Revisit
6 June 2016
