Pic on Flickr by Gemma Wiseman ~ Flying Ship~
Sunday Scribblings prompt ~ Soar/sore
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Sometimes the wings of dreams
Are cobwebbed
In muralled galleries
Of old ships ~
Sails billowing
In metallic chilled harmony ~
Following the breezes
Of ancient quests
That soar
And sweep
In hectic haste
To the chaos
And confusion
And sore question of
NOW!
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8 comments:
I could taste the salt on my lips.
Perfect.
"I would go down to the seas again..." What a lovely take on the prompt! It leaves me feeling sore as the sails hasten us to the chaos of Now.
I love that first line:
Sometimes the wings of dreams are cobwebbed.
Wonderful.
I love that "... sore question of
NOW!"
So true.
More soaring/soreness.
The beginning is great..
ah, the anticipation
this poem grabs you from that first moving line! :)
So beautiful Gemma! I loved "In metallic chilled harmony."
I really like the first line too!
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