The Whispering Of Her Feathers
An ageing language
A young girl soon discovered a powerful secret
As she realised she was born an animal master,
Born in to the royal hierarchy of her close family
A true whisperer of love, happiness and disaster.
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Her mode of transport is a personal preference
In awe of her choices she makes on a given day,
Visiting, wild adventuring and even sightseeing
Whether for a day, a month or permanent stay.
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She rides in comfort on the back of her camel
She journey’s far and wide, viewing the land,
The rivers, the forests, surveying as she goes
Sometimes from necessity, others unplanned.
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When she chooses to visit her precious family
The ride is quicker on the back of her wild tiger,
Racing from start to finish, watching on fiercely
She trusts fully the beast as she’s only the rider.
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On the days she wishes for adventure and play
She calls forth her eagle, raised since her birth,
Danger and glory awaits her, as the chains held
In her bird of prey’s claws, swinging for its worth.
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She’s seated as the chains sway back and forth
Flying over the natural landscape, into the skies,
Gorgeous valleys, winding rivers, mountain sides
Above her royal land, inspected as the eagle flies.
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Powerful eagle wings hover, swiftly cutting the air
Like the beating of the drum, in harmonic rhythm,
Whispering of her feathers, an ageing language
Call of nature, furthering her ancient biorhythms.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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