Residual Feather

 Residual Feather

A beautiful bird’s residual feather

Twirling between my fingers

Captivating, altogether

Catching bits of sparkling gems

Evoking flights on sunlit winds

Of winged creatures that ascend

And, oh, what glory they bestow

A glory that I shall never know

Nor he who plunged from heaven’s door

And shed for me upon earth’s floor

A fragment of the finery

In which he was adorned


©Kay Salady



About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on March 19, 2013, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Thank you, sweet Anders!


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