Wings On Fire

Sense of Sight2

I’ve grown wings.
Magnificent wings.
They’re rich and lustrous.
And if you stand just the right way in the sunlight, they shimmer.
They weren’t always this big.
It wasn’t long ago when I noticed them on my back.
Little buds bursting after a long winter.
Expanding in the summer heat.
When I turned my head to glance at them I noticed how extraordinary they were.
I was speechless.
I figured it’s not often you grow wings.
So I decided to look after them.
Like I’d never looked after anything before.
I brushed them, washed them, and nourished them with good food.
You should see their glow.
The other day I thought I’d try to fly.
I closed my eyes and took a running jump. And grazed my knees.
I wondered if their purpose might be ornamental.
Still, I decided I might not be ready.
I needed more rest.
Which lead to much napping.
Languidly lilting into the long afternoons.
One day I was lying there with my wings cloaked around me like armor.
It was then I saw something out of the corner my eye.
It was a bedraggled old black bird.
Its eyes were pits of sadness.
Its feathers all matted and torn.
Let it go! I heard a whisper.
So I opened the window as it flapped madly to be free.
Poor sad bird.
When I got up, a bolt of light surged through my spine.
I started making plans for my wings.
I started looking for opportunities.
For just the right thing.
And then, in an instant, doubt slithered in like a filthy thief.
What if people would laugh at my wings?
What if they just wouldn’t understand?
Would it be easier to blend in to the grey?
All the confidence my wings gave me began to liquefy.
I went out to the garden to breathe and flutter.
And there it was again. That black bird.
All shiny and clean now.
Feathers preened and crisp.
Eyes so glassy bright.
Hey little bird, I said. And it sang a beautiful tune.
Irridescently catching the air like sun drops.
It was crystal.
And just like that I heard the answer.
Bursting through like a gentle wave.
Softly nuzzling my disbelief.
All I needed was my own tune.
And I had one.
It had always been with me.
I just needed to sing it.
So I loaded my wings.
Their elliptical span stretched from tip to tip.
They were heavy, yet so courageous.
They were powerful, yet so graceful.
In the face of the sultry wind I opened my eyes.
And began to sing.
Not caring what anyone in the world thought of me.
I propelled myself through the garden.
My voice spiked higher and higher.
The beating of the bristly wings swiftly lifted me.
Like they were on fire.
The song soared through me.
Majestically ringing like a bell from my heart.
It was intoxicating.
Every note of it was exquisite.
Because it was mine.




* Image: Annie Louise Swynnerton (Public Domain)


  1. says

    Beautiful, powerful, incandescent. You are amazing Deb.
    My favourite line – “Hey little bird, I said. And it sang a beautiful tune.
    Irridescently catching the air like sun drops.
    It was crystal.”
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    • Deb says

      Thank you for remembering January 21, Carli! I didn’t intentionally schedule this post for that day, but it worked out well I think. :)

  2. says

    You are able to catch the emotion in a moment so well, Deb. I’ve been reading Dylan Thomas this past week and something of him echoes in this piece. Like him, you combine beauty and power so well in your writing. Anyway, I am trying to say – you are a poet. x.

    • Deb says

      Gill, Dylan is my favourite poet of all time. I spent most of 20’s reading his words. He’s so visceral and intuitive. My hero! And, thank you!

  3. Debyl1 says

    When I come to visit your space I know I will feel your warmth surround me.
    Today is a beautiful day ….it is a day so so very special for you and I am grateful of that.
    Tight hugs of love to you.Xx

  4. says

    I have read so many posts today, but nothing like this
    Perfect, powerful, loaded with emotion that sings your name
    Yet, allows your reader to sing with you
    The absolute perfect way to end my day xx
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