I like the idea of combining natural images with human behavior. Humans are perplexing creatures prone to getting in their own way. Many of my poems offer a social commentary and certainly, some are autobiographical. I believe this one is a little of both. Hope you enjoy!
Redemption
the day her wings were clipped
balance evaporated
like dew on citrus
the waltz, impossible
when her wings were clipped
clouds enveloped the groves
encapsulated their oranges
hardening juice to wax
with clipped wings
she fell prey to raptors
hair wound by long talons
brittle skin at edges
clipped wings
sold at market
for soups and potions
remind her of fairy tales
a cottage of ginger
viewed upside down
her wings were clipped
on a full moon
watched with yellow eyes
tendrils for arms
sand for feet
shoulders once bare
sprout wisdom
grow plumes between blades
feathers along spine
she feels the weight of mistakes
unable to fly home
