Feather flutters in the air,
shed from some creature of flight,
creamy white, immaculate.
webbed into the clouds
it dances with the sky
tumbling softly like summer snow
ensnared by outstretched arms
it settles into place
spun into the trees
just another piece of
the big picture.
Author notes
prompt: describe a feather.
A contest entry
- Description is an art form by Aedara-Wren.
620 points, ended May 29, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comment please, it will make me smile.
Comments
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summer snow--- thta is a really nice line.
i liek yourdescription, it sounds peacful dreamy
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I wonder why so often people consider feathers as white, when so often they're made of so many colours. Just a ponderment there nothing about your poem. This was a really relaxing little poem. I like the idea of the feather being like summer snow in particular. Well written, good luck in the contest.
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Well actually, interestingly enough, I was going to have it be blue in the first place.
But then I thought that comparing it to summer snow wouldn't work as well unless it was white, seeing as now isn't blue.
Thank you
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