on eagles wings
(painting commissioned piece for friend, see more of my artwork at owlmeetsfairy.etsy.com)
an eagle in the sky
and I want to sit on her wings
I will enjoy the fresh wind in my face and the sights below.
the word feels funny on my tongue.
It bites like dark chocolate and red wine. Red wine I swish and sip, dark chocolate I nibble and savor.
I sewed last night, the buzz of the machine was musical in my ears.
I sketched handbags in tattered sketch book
and sewed things that I like
The eagle sweeps down and picks me up, angels lay a daisy chain like a halo over my messy french braid
It flies me to a throne, But I do not sit
I dance with all those who are weary
all those who feel unloved
all those who are weak and worn
all those who search in the mirror for their beauty but can’t see past the refection cast by light.
the eagle has brought them too
One by one
they are dazzling and whimsical in their crowns and white dresses
all of us are dancing
twirling and smiling
Then I am back in my living room, laptop humming and woodstove warming my toes
Sister’s belongings are scattered around and puppy’s paint-covered-paw is flopped across my lap. Mum is resting her knees,
and the room next door is torn apart, but this place is just as beautiful as the dancing place
because the girls are the same
weak and weary but beautiful in his eyes. In his place
This is his place too, we have invited him here. Too see our messy renovation to warm his cold toes.
enjoy, dance and love
you deserve it, daughters of the king.