A feather …

A feather,

arrested by a blade of grass,

flutters anonymously

in the breeze.

A fragile, soft and downy flag

flying lighter than

the Western wind

from a free-spirit of a dove, maybe,

that flew above the moorland

and the sea.

I stoop to touch its curled form;

its shining rib of ivory.

and hope another gentle dove

when seeking lining for a nest

will find it lying there

And interweaving it with moss

will make of it a warm bequest

in nurturing new life and love.

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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2 Responses to A feather …

  1. papaguinea says:

    Atom, this is lovely and I remember these lines from a distant past! The thought of “nurturing new life and love” says it all – there is nothing in this world that is not of this world. In all of nature we see the code of God’s love.

  2. atomsofstars says:

    Good morning, PapaG ..

    Thank you very much … I’m pleased that you enjoyed these lines . I think I wrote them about three years ago .. I’m very imprecise about the time because I never think to date anything!
    I do remember the moment and the place of the ‘ arrested ‘ feather though .. I was walking along the beautiful stretch of coastal meadowland of West Pentire overlooking Crantock Bay.

    Love to PapaG Junior x

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