Another Jilly poem. A rhymer this time, inspired by the line:
“Such fragile wings”
~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason
The firmness of your grip I thought was love,
The light in your deep eyes, a burning fire,
Together we would race the clouds above,
I never dreamed we’d flounder in the mire.
The songs I made could never reach my tongue,
Bright moonlit castles, daydreams fell apart,
I gathered roses, in the mud you flung
Their sweetness, nothing I made touched your heart.
You held me down when I reached for the sky,
I never touched the place where blackbird sings,
Against the blue, a slender perch on high—
You never thought I had such fragile wings.