Wings

NaPoWriMo Day 19: This is in response to a prompt posted on Twitter by @WrittenRiver. The prompt was “she had wings.”

angel statue

Image Credit: Umberto Leporini – Fotolia.com

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At the Gate – NaPoWriMo Day 30

It’s the last day of NaPoWriMo, and we are challenged to examine the way that we begin and end our poems. One way we can do this is to take a poem we have previously written, turn it upside down (with the last line becoming the first), and edit it so that it makes sense.

I chose to do this with the poem I wrote for Day 1 of NaPoWriMo. The original poem started in a place of darkness and proceeded to a hoped-for state of light. Of course, reversing the order gave a different feel. With only a few words changed, the poem now ends by advising the reader not to be afraid of the dark (i.e., pain and suffering). I hope I can follow that advice myself!

I think the poem still retains the essence of hope and healing. If I have learned anything, it is that without hope, we cannot move forward.

angel statue

as you stand before the gate

she brushes off the snow and makes you beautiful

she carried you in a blithe but urgent rush

to your yearned-for destination

you ascend on angel’s wings

when light has failed you

so welcome the dark

Awkward Angel

I am still yearning for a guardian angel (hence my Twitter handle, @yearningangel). But I fear that she is much like me — lacking the ease of mobility, balance and physical grace. Even with these challenges, I think she will try her best to reach me.

Purple Angel - Image by Kerri McClellan - Fotolia.com

Peter fitted me with numinous wings,

glowing from shoulder to shin.

Ironically,

they weighed me down!

I fell back to earth again.

I landed softly as the dew,

but still my body’s weak.

Regrettably,

I cannot fly to you now.

I hope that you can seek

me in your dreams.

I’ll come on mended wing.

Sadly,

the message may be jumbled.

Can you hear me sing?