Feathers Poem by Agatha Eliza
Feathers
My feelings borrow
their colours
from the dance of two
blazing feathers
fallen together
from the thunderbird's
wings, that tightly
cling
to the tails
of gold-dusted stars
cascading over the shoulders
of the giants
in the evergreen mountains,
peering
like snake-like rivers
over a pine-scented skin
unfolding further
new found territories
clouds of doubts
question marks
and scars
like a secret language
of an untold story
and some landmarks
on the imaginary map I carry.
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5/1/2024 10:52:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi Agatha, An immensely beautiful poem on the mythology and their intrigues. Their question marks.. The words scars like a secret language of an untold story conjures up an imagery that sums up the myths in the myths. and some landmarks on the imaginary map I carry. is expressive the unknown geographies depicted in them. exquisitely rendered.