Three Eagles

Photo: CA Hawthorne

Photo: CA Hawthorne

Three eagles against a sky so blue
that no other can match the hue
—except,
maybe,
blues at midnight when ideas are born.
Soar.
Skim the currents and reach for more.
Earth bound,
I stared in awe…
A feather settled at my feet
and only then did I understand.
I too could touch the sky, feather in hand.
Hear the blues,
touch the blues,
touch the words,
it’s all a gateway to another land.
Three eagles,
and now they’re beyond my physical sight,
but still soaring in my mind.

©July 2017, Christina Anne Hawthorne

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3 Replies to “Three Eagles”

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  2. Christina I am inspired by your words today and thinking of an eagle I watched yesterday soaring up in the clouds. Nature is such a powerful motivator for writing. We treasure feathers if we see them on the ground. Have a wonderful day xxx

    • I’m glad it helped you, Kath. The poem actually began with me seeing three eagles while on a walk. A couple of hours later I found the feather in the picture outside my place. Life is so inspiring. xoxox

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