On Silent Wings… #Poetry

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On silent wings they pass by
The ancient Gods of old
The scar runs deep
That shut their hearts
To the prayers of man
Harpies perch 
On black wings
A sound of broken glass
Echoes behind
Do not call our names
You need new heroes
New Gods, we are no more…


Anita’s poem today coincides with two incidents that happened yesterday…

A very large wood pigeon decided to fly at our window at full speed. The noise when he hit the glass was deafening; I thought someone had kicked a football at us! After recovering, the bird flew away, so no harm was done.

Later, we went outside to find that the local family of thrushes had been busy digging in my bonsai pots, scattering soil all over the yard! Luckily, no harm to the trees, but I wish they wouldn’t do it…

What the ****?
Didn’t they have fun?

Sunday Acrostic Poem…

We hope you have enjoyed Anita’s acrostic poetry this week, I can’t wait to see what she comes up with next!

“Fiction in A Flash Challenge 2021” Week #30. #WritingCommunity #IARTG #WritingPrompts #FlashFiction #Poetry


I’m a little late posting this, Soooz, sorry about this but I’m all discobobulated at the moment…

Dark grey storm clouds
Gather around the metal bird
Souls inside shaking
Prayers echo, bouncing from wing to wing
They are carried to safety
The power of faith in all its splendour
Shining through the storm
Hands that held together in prayer
Now applaud the pilot
For their safe landing
Giving little thought to the whispers
A few moments ago, to a higher power…

© anita dawes 2021