FEATHERS

Multi-colored feathers on a white background

           FEATHERS   

Fire is a red feather
Drifted from that hungry old bird,
The sun.
Whose voracious appetite
Devours the world,
Yet whom we keep feeding.

The sun is a yellow feather
Drifted into that pale bird
Of day,
Always nesting in the darkness,
But which is now considering
New quarters in a cave.

Hope is a feather of any colour,
That has, from time to time,
Thought Prometheus a fool.
Yet, hope still shines through
The searing light and inky darkness
That reveals all.
Way too much, in fact,
For any chance of happiness.
But this feather is certain
That love will defeat the lot of them.

                    © 2019 Gwen Grant

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