No golden wings

Back to the good old minute poem for the Secret Keeper’s writing prompt. This week’s words are:



I press your hand, you turn your head.

Love really fled?

Discreetly left

Us both bereft?


You never spread those golden wings,

Dipped into springs

Where lovers drink

On heaven’s brink.


The depths of love you never sought,

You had no thought,

Too full of care,

You’d never dare.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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