From deep within the chasm,
of her eternal sleep
A nymph child awakens,
nightmares have interrupted
peacefulness
A satyr whispers in her ear
“your wings for immortality”
While his flute vibrates
within her
Carefully,
Unfolding her tiny extensions,
examining their details,
crying for release,
wishing she could fly,
with undeveloped wings
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
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Nice. :-)
ReplyDeleteWhy life forever if one cannot fly?
ReplyDeleteNice take on the 'wings' prompt!
Thanks Paul and thanks for the visit.
ReplyDeletePamela
Eric,
ReplyDeleteSo, absolutely true. Thanks.
Pamela
This is beautiful Pamela!
ReplyDeleteThanks much Carrie.
ReplyDeletePamela
flying is cool.
ReplyDeletePam,
ReplyDeleteUndeveloped wings of the nymph child attracting the satyr? My, I sense trouble.
Thanks Jingle. I will give it a try.
ReplyDeletePamela
Kaykuala,
ReplyDeleteCould be some big problems coming her way. Thanks for the visit.
Pamela
A haunting, evocative piece on so many levels...I completely understand trying to fly with underdeveloped wings...
ReplyDeleteThanks Lynette and thanks for the visit.
ReplyDeletePamela
Beautiful, Pamela! I love it!
ReplyDeleteThanks Diane!
ReplyDeletePamela