Mistress of Sky

Mistress of Sky

 

She is like a baby bird

All eyes and feathered

Wisps of gold

 

Always hungry

And for the moment

My word vulnerable

 

Soon tho she will learn

To fly and then

Be gone like an eagle

 

Only to become

Mistress of sky and

Dance upon thermals

 

Like scented wood smoke

Rising cloudy and curious

A silver edged silhouette

 

Higher than mountains

Flawed but still glorious

A storm in a teacup chipped

 

 

Reviews

[Fay Slimm]

Your way with words always leave me wanting more peeps into hidden meanings my friend..... she, the mistress of sky would be in my eyes a young growing female who however vulnerable will find her wings and make her glorious way upwards to freedom.............. or would it be the feathered kind you verse so well here Nev.......... ? - - which or whoever this was a very good read........... Fay

[Neville]

Bless ya Fay... gonna leave it up to you to decide what's what... N :)

[Tom]

They don't remain innocent for long, the skies are full of vultures and other such menacing birds, gotta learn quick who to hang with and who to avoid....

A marvellous metaphorically delight of flight Neville! 🥇

[Neville]

Hey Tom my old mate, how bloomin good to see you... many thanks indeed for stopping by and considering these words....I do hope you and yours are well....

Neville

[Tom]

All good here Neville, hope same with you? 🤗

[Neville]

good to hear that Tom.. not too bad here :)