Angel’s feathers.
The spider spins a beautiful web of symmetry
But that same web is deadly.
And even moths and butterflies can meet an untimely end
In the fragile but deadly thread.
Some of us will be spiders
And others will be caught in a web from which
There is no escape.
Sometimes your own mind can become a concentration camp
Where we starve ourselves of hope and spiritual food.
If I can my fingers will pull you from the web
I am no spider or moth or butterfly
Just a shuttlecock sure to hit the ground.
And leave a few fragile angel’s feathers scattered on unholy ground.
Author notes
part of a longer piece I adapted for this contest.
A contest entry
- feather by Utok Bulinaw.
410 points, ended January 10, 2008, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is full of impressive metaphors. The images here surely leave imprints to the reader's mind. I especially like the last two lines; it allows the reader to view the weightlessness and fragility of a feather in a different perspective. Thank you for entering.
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thanks for taking time to comment and also for the trophy.are there any works of yours you would especially like me to check out?
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