O Wounded Angel

I hate to see a friend in pain.

 

 

Fluttering upon the earth, I find her thus.

She cries and cries as I cradle her in my arms.

“My wing is broken.” She says through the tears.

“’tis not, just bruised.” I whisper.

She buries her head in my chest.

As I lift her in my embrace.

So soft is she.

An amazing flower I hold.

“I cannot fly.” She weeps.

“You can. All you need is time.”

“But what if---“

“Sssshhhhh” I tell her, holding her close.

She smells of roses, lilacs and lilies.

Her hair, silken strands of gold cascade down.

A gentle kiss I plant on her forehead.

How I want to plant more upon her lips.

“My wing is broken.”

“No, just bruised. Soon you can fly.”

“Soon?”

“Yes.” I laid her down on a bed to rest.

“Sleep now.”

She closed her eyes, a lone tear dried.

I stood over her as the night deepened.

“Sleep now.”

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

How very beautiful this is .. your words are gentle and kind and the way in which you've written rings with tradition.. something you might read in an ancient book of songs to love and lovers.

[Jenn Gold]

I loved this. It paints a beautiful scene in my mind. I also really like this part:
" 'My wing is broken.'
'No, just bruised. Soon you can fly.' "
Beautiful. :)

[Tallulah]

This is so sweet and beautiful and filled with so much love. I loved it. I love how you say the wind isn't broken but just bruised and she will still be able to fly. The whole thing seems to be about love and hope.
An amazing flower I hold.
"I cannot fly." She weeps.
"You can. All you need is time."
"But what if---"
"Sssshhhhh" I tell her, holding her close.
^that was my fave part. Great job.
With love,
Tallulah