Feather
Something as pure as a feather,
a bleached bone quill,
a white wisp vane,
maybe fallen from
an albatross in a brush with an angel.
Or an owl
sitting in withering elderberries.
A feather hangs in knotted webs
of a spider, opalized by moonlight.
A 44-word (sans title) quadrille written for dVerse Poets “brush”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
Your poem is a delicate and evocative piece that captures the ethereal nature of this simple yet profound object. The imagery you’ve woven, from the “bleached bone quill” to the feather hanging “in knotted webs of a spider,” paints a vivid picture of its beauty and fragility. It’s a wonderful exploration of the intricacies of the natural world. Thank you for sharing this exquisite quadrille! 🪶🌙📜
Feather… father…her…ether…
Opalized by moonlight 👏✒
A very good weekend at your doorstep, M.☀️
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You’re most welcome
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Thank you. 🥰
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Fantastic imagery.
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