The eagle has flown

by Dancing Rivers   Sep 2, 2015


What time is this, when eagles fall?
What day be it that angels tremble?
Why must my frail heart mourn,
this tragedy of life seems a useless ensemble!

Oh Lord!
Hear my piteous call,
for I feel as though I'm sinking,
fading as mist on the shore.

Lift me up high in your loving arms,
let the wind kiss away my shallow oxide-tears.
Sever all the chains that have me charmed.
Lord fight away all of my fears.

My strength is nought but an autumn leaf,
fading into the remains of yesterday.
Joy is a distant concept, a child's insipid dream,
crushed by the feet of these beasts of clay.

If I were but an eagle I would blaze,
through the pains of yesterday,
and laugh at all those dusty fools,
who had my soul tight under their flimsy rules.

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  • 8 years ago

    by cassie hughes

    A wonderfully powerful and emotional write with such great imagery I almost felt I was up there soaring with the eagles too. Very well done. :)

  • 8 years ago

    by cassie hughes

    A wonderfully powerful and emotional write with such great imagery I almost felt I was up there soaring with the eagles too. Very well done. :)

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Hazel, this is excellent - truly. Your imagination has not been idle. The imagery and description in this - especially stanza 4 - is stunning. Well done. Nominated

    • 8 years ago

      by Dancing Rivers

      Thank you Bennie, that is greatly appreciated :)