Tuesday Morning Sprite

Tuesday Morning Sprite

By Erin L. George

 

She bore an angel

on a Tuesday morning

in September

between cold cries,

scattered sheets,

she pledged

to teach

to soar

sacrifice

for angel

wide white wings

above

a darkened sky.

She combed those wings

mending broken feathers

when little boys at school

spit on him,

cursed his name,

dressing him

in cotton band aides

glued in angel kisses

on a wounded ego

and banged up knee.

She worked two jobs -

a grocery store,

mom and pop,

and spent weekends

selling tomatoes

to lift

her seraph

to a stronger nest

made of sturdy sticks

from a walnut tree

where he learned to read

and told her his dream

of flying.

She soared

to glimpse him fly

upon come back

in a private jet

he’d rented

to take her out

on her birthday

on a Tuesday

in June

above a rainy sky

and blanket clouds

past the school he’d cussed

beyond band aides

and an angel’s wink.

She watched a demon

end his life

on a Tuesday morning

in September

as he used his wings

to take flight

through a sunny sky

feathers all in tact

ending her dream

of an angel’s flight

above

a darkened sky.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The circle of life told in a sad tale. A flowing and engaging free verse with some good descriptions.