First
the twinge of bone:
feathers attach
painful, yet
somehow transcending
ground and
the now-ness of temporal agony.
Skeletal complexities fan – now in, now
out, now soar: old age flaps, youth,
renewed, soars
to cloud, to wind, to heights
of grace floating
on broken,
fledgling, resurrected
wings.
Published by Matthew Pullar
Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.
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