Even with Wings, Day 76 of the 100 Days of Poetry @d-pend
Even With Wings
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The angel’s hair was in tangles. Had he done that or a restless night? He struggled to remember, not knowing which he hoped for. It was early. Maybe he was still dreaming, caught in the cobwebs of semi-consciousness. Maybe she wasn’t really there. The breeze from the open window added some tossing to her tangles. This little detail told him he wasn't sleeping and she was real.
She sipped at a coffee and winced, obviously not a fan of his brew. The offending mug was deposited on the windowsill. What need had an angel of coffee anyway? She was always awake.
Her hands moved to her shoulders and his shirt she wore hit the floor. He felt he should avert his eyes; he didn't. She was slight, slender, and yet sinuous. Desire and a protective instinct fought for supremacy in his psyche.
His angel turned and gave a bittersweet smile. She spoke in her soft and strong alto. Nothing personal, but a man just gets in the way. I have work to do, demons to slay; you’d only try to save me. You'd only get hurt.
She turned back to the window and lifted her arms. From her scapulae, bone pierced through the skin, extending and growing until finally two streamlined limbs formed. Flesh covered bone; feathers covered flesh. She was now winged and it was time to go. Her eternal mission would wait no more. She jumped through the open window.
The angel had been right; he acted without thinking and dove after her, intent at rescue and blinded by projected inadequacy.
Even with wings … he couldn't fathom her capable of flight.
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I loved this one. It may be fiction, but it’s also a statement… Love should help us fly, not possess us and hold us to the ground.
Absolutely ... love when it is unconditional empower and not ensnares. Good to have you back. There is another dead poem's contest up. Make sure you enter:)
Love, unconditional and unselfish, has the power to free hearts and minds, transform the world, and elevate humanity.
I am feeling better. I feel much improved, though I still have to regain my strength. Things were pretty dire for a bit, and remain rather serious. The doctors indicate I’ll be maybe six months recovering fully.
I’ll keep an eye out for the dead poem’s contest.
There is still time to enter this weeks contest. The turnout was rather dismal ... this time around and so the chances of sharing the payout are on your side. Just drop an old link and see what happens:)
Would you share the link, please?
Here you go ...https://steemit.com/poetry/@prydefoltz/dead-poem-s-society-week-two-contest-and-community-building
Thanks
Is this a personal story? (As in, does it parallel your life experience?).
Well ... I'm not angel but yes in a way. I consciously follow a spiritual path and this not for every bloke:)
Beautiful fiction. What a beautiful imagination you have, friend Pryde. I congratulate your creative art.
Thank you, Zeleira. It all comes from the same place. Just got to listen for the inspiration:)
Interesting story my dear ;) I like it
Thank you, Margaret:)
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STOPNice editing