The Feather

A man lost his wife with the plague at its worst

She died in the night while she slept

Everything was burned the very next morning

Except for the feather that he kept

The feather was found on the bed where she lay

Lost from her down pillow's tear

They told him the feather had come from a goose

But he knew that an angel was there

He carried that feather all through the town

Showing it to anyone who'd look

He'd tell them the story about the angel who came

And his wife was the one that they took

Again, they told him that it came from a goose

But it was something he wouldn't believe

So they finally decided they'd leave him alone

For they thought that he needed to grieve

He carried that feather for the rest of his life

'Til one day they found the man dead

He died in his sleep with the feather in his hand

With another one found on his bed

Reviews

[Dhaye]

You are really excellent! I am really amazed of how you formed the lines with rhymes not so perfect but the perfect impact of those words you create. I would carry on my heart the story of this faithful love.

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend.....Whisk

[Holly Mason]

so much enjoy reading your writing thank you much

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend.....Whisk

[Green]

This was great. Personally, I saw this as taking place in a time like the 1600s where there were a lot of poor villages being ravaged by the plague and since you mentioned burning it made me think of the Black Plague, so you know one thing led to another in my head. Anywhos, it also kind of worked for me because people were a lot more superstitious then so a man believing an angel had come to take his wife could easily have been dismissed as him going crazy and seeing things because he was so sad but then to have him proven right in the end-- a beautiful plot twist.

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend.....Whisk

[Corset]

ah! This is an amazing tale Whiskurz, I too shall carry my feather to infinity and beyond..or at least until I change purses, which ever comes first :P

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend.....Whisk

[victoria]

I have to confess I attribute small white feathers the same way so I totally believed this poem and the story within, written with a respectful elegance....much enjoyed.

[Whiskurz]

Thank you Victoria.......Whisk

[Jacob Blue]

That was really good!!!!!

[Jessica]

This was very well thought out. I loved it!

[Balkaran Sidhu]

Oh so touching...

[Brianna Brie]

Hmmm....thoughful story like poem. It speaks of a believe that cannot be shaken. Lovely!

[Katrina Mckeown]

so beautiful, so now there are two angels. ))