The feather from a friend, came from a tin
I ‘choose’ the one as to the finger was stickin’ (or did it choose me?)
It’s fluffy and small, white and short,
this was found on the ground, not pulled from that caught
Most likely connected with a conversation moments before (you will have to guess!)
But my own puberty signals are not down on the floor….
(yep..i ‘would’ say a Big Clue, but well…..adequate clue…lol)
A Symbol of flight, old covers replaced
a different world, now we all shall face
Guess I’m now connected, spiritually at least,
to another one of natures fragile little beasts!
This poem was written as my response to a small task at a Weaving Words Workshop, where the amazing and inspirational lady we know as Kezzabelle, invited me to perform and be ‘subjected’ to a Q&A
somehow this shy girl obliged 😉