Flying

My first attempt at a Keats Sonnet.

I perched on a ledge overlooking the earth
the only light from the moon, slivery-white
I looked toward the Gods and knew it was time

for I could not resist, a beckoning rebirth
the clouds had much allure, such graceful might
no answer from the Gods, so what could I do?

my gut, it wrenched, as my wavering heart chimed
felt the rush of danger surround my rebirth
so I jumped off the edge, leap't into the night

faster and faster in the darkness I climbed
the earth, swirling 'neath me, an airy typhoon
my stomach swooped and right with a great thunder-flash

I took my new form, soaring under the moon
airborn, mettled, liberated, wing'ed at last

Author's Note

uhyeah.

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[Emunah June.]

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