Discussion → "If My Feet Were Wings"

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  Sam Rasnake

  Jul 27, 01:17pm

  
  

  If My Feet Were Wings

  If my feet were wings, I could fly
  against a sun and away from this hole
  that swallows me with its bit of clay,
  wet from the world on my cheek,
  collecting at my skin to breed
  in my pores. But I have no sun,
  no pair of wings whipping
  against the wind. I do have this hole
  with its noise of nails. I would wash
  the gunk from this body, but
  the river has dried and now whispers
  my name. I could stretch my flesh
  in a cloud, in a spiral close my eyes
  to dream with such swift silence,
  full vesseled, pulsing in rhythm,
  if my feet were wings, clean and young.

  [First published piece - accepted 1983, published in Mockingbird, the literary magazine for East Tennessee State University.]

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• 
  Ann Bogle

  Jul 28, 04:11am

  
  

  Lovely poem, angelic rhythms. I can see why Mockingbird alloyed it. It must have been a thrill to know of their acceptance.

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