Rustle

 

That dead angel with the dark wings
perched high above sunken land
feathers too heavy to carry now

done with it,
done with it all

The moon hung heavy like her heart
the stars twinkled pasts no more
long ago, yet just a moment ago

she gave it all up
gave it up to dark

They twitch, her wings
as if they know that’s it
that they have flown their last flight

rustle in the night
they rustle restless

in the night

~ E

11.11.16

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6 thoughts on “Rustle

  1. Sad Emily. You can very much picture and almost gear, the wings rustling, twitching, for their last night. I didn’t think angels could due but I think this angel is symbolic of someone, someone broken and on their last breath, finished their last flight.

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