Knock Me Down With A feather

Hello dear readers, I would like to send a big thank you to, a dear penfriend of mine, and fellow poet, for her help and collaboration with the writing of this poem, especially the last stanza, which was a jumbled mess at one stage.

Knock Me Down With A Feather

 

The winds may be strong

In the direction of my swan song

Blowing fresh upon my face

I feel a roar from grace

 

Crooked feathers do fly

Old feathers become dry

Angel’s wings soaring on the wind

Angel’s wings failing, are left behind

 

After the breakages

There’s a wreckage

 

And I must restart the race again

For aching bones, it’s a strain

Too many pieces down the drain

Every-time I showered, in the warm rain

 

I see my world, in scrambled grades

From loving rainbows, to gliding downhill on roller blades

Where true words were found, deep in the ever-glades

And I’m not afraid, to call my dirty pitchfork a silver spade

 

Ivor Steven (c)  October 2019