Sunday, 1 December 2013

Poem: Wings Ashen

wind made my blue skies grey
and I've been carrying them over my shoulders
ever since, my back bent under the burden of baggage
the things my mind couldn't solve
it chose to cling onto, to maybe someday
understand, but it only wears me down
until in an avalanche they come
cascading down, and my chest
having trouble finding air... I stop
among the shadows I cast
- shades of choices made colour them –
I see the one with wings ashen
like a slave to hope it gazes far ahead
and I wonder if the wind is coming
to make my grey skies blue
Written as poetry prompt for Magpie, the mag #196. 


  1. and I wonder if the wind is coming
    to make my grey skies blue

    There is always the fervent hope that things will work out to be all right. Nicely Natasa!


  2. This is very moving and has depth. I like the whole idea here. Thank you for coming by my blog.

  3. Wings as burdens .. a most unique interpretation of the image. I enjoyed it.

  4. Nicely done Natasa.

    Let there be blue skies.

    Anna :o]

  5. Expecting someone to release from burden...feels as another needs to rise above win, to progress to the next level...Regards :)

  6. Very nice...sometimes I like a gray sky...

  7. The thing I've learned about grey skies is that they are usually only temporary, well at least in Queensland Australia they are. I really liked this!

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