Wings To The Firmament
Our first instinct is air
We are casualties of longing thereafter
Oscillating on currents
That paint us red
And conspire to wake our dormancy
Jostling and cajoling
Skyward blooms unfolding with majesty
All that holds us aloft
In a universe unremitting
We are want and unwitting
Wings to the firmament
© H. Hennenburg, 29 November 2019
For Bill and for bookmarks. 🛩️
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Absolutely GLORIOUS.
To the skies, we raise our wings. For the colour red conspires and inspires. How freeing!
I love, love, love how the poem and the photo make such a wonderful use of red. The plane pops with such vibrancy, in the photo. And the coat of red spilled from longing are just as bright, taking emotions that my call for quiet… and turning them into song that grows into the heavens.