A single white feather
Falling, flying; floating.
Ivory against an onyx sky.
Loosed from Lucifer’s wing,
Escaping un-singed
As he fell
In victory and defeat.

4/14/18

This poem was inspired by the above acrylic painting by my wife, Justine Leys. So far as I know she was just painting a feather, the association with Lucifer is just what sprang to mind when I saw it.

This is my 14th poem for National Poetry Writing Month.