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Updraft

Written on December 19, 2015

 

 

Steven DaLuz 'photo'

Steven DaLuz ‘photo’

Updraft

by Jenni Cargill-Strong

 

There are little nubs growing where my shoulder blades should be

Little nubs and upon them hang wings:

translucent, tremulous, wet, wrinkled, folded.

 

As I walk here,

the crunch of gravel beneath my boots

the song of the earth reverberates up my legs

and yet how I long to fly

 

There are words here

floating freely

through the air

through radio waves

through cyberspace

 

There are words here

golden threads of words, stories that flow

from ear to mouth,
from old to young and

young to old

 

As I walk those shimmering threads of words

weave themselves into the fabric of my wings

 

Words have peeled off my coat

that cumbersome heavy black one

words have swept it off my shoulders

it lies discarded, unraveled at my feet

 

revealing my wings

naked to the kiss of sun and the gentle caress of the breeze

 

This updraft of words, ideas, inspiration

is building

I long to fly

a bit too high like Icarus

I am forewarned

Respect the Sun: beware your hubris

 

There are little nubs where my shoulder blades should be.

Upon them hang wings: delicate, intricate, magnificent, unfurled.

I am ready for the updraft

ready to soar

a

little

 

too

 

high.

 

I wrote this poem in winter at the 2015 Byron Bay Writer’s Festival.┬áIt celebrates some transformations going on in my life and in me. I am posting it today to celebrate my birthday.

I worked as a volunteer this year, and wrote it inspired by a Vollies Poetry Competition organised by Louise Jane Moriarty. Thanks Louise! Enjoy.

 

Happy Solstice for Monday 21 Dec, 2015.

Happy Summer Solstice for those of you in southern hemisphere and happy Winter Solstice to all in the northern hemisphere.

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