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*Feather*
Tuesday 8th March 2022
Poetry by Sophya Polevaya
There it was
as we wake
by chance
a quilled leaf
silver veined
with its own gentle
heartbeat fluttering
a vocalise.
There it will rest
poised
coiled and sewn
on our shoulders
like a pauldron
offering protection
through the cold
and storms
lifelong.
There it is
a shared hope
created
felt,
remembered
all tied to
this feather
from a
winged friend
in the sky.
∞
Sophya Polevaya 2022