The Secret…

White Feather by Stuart Lilley

White Feather by Stuart Lilley

A strand of life


From place and time;

It holds the secret of flight.

Green dew

Speckled with light

Crashed through distant horizons;

I twirled the feather

Between parched fingers

And followed the wind

To the edge of a cliff.

A whisper tangled its veins

Through the soles of my feet:



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10 thoughts on “The Secret…

  1. There is a subtle depth to this poem, Vic, and I feel that it works on different levels: yes, an internal conflict – despair and depression, but also as a desire for freedom, to step beyond the norm…
    Wonderful writing!

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