Flaming Wind

Photo by Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales 71; Endeavor, Lino Tagliapietra, Columbus Museum of Art

Flaming Wind

Down below, in the deep,
Eels slink, slide, electrify
Flying, stinging, frightening

But above the eye
they are magical rides
in the sky, school of flying carpets, reined
by the weavers and knitters of wind tails, knotted
into latticed dreams in the webs of whitened blue sky

On tiptoe, upward I reach, run after,
I catch a tail of the wind, flipping
in the air, so fast that most of us miss them whizzing
past in the ordinary breeze
of the day

I grab the tail and climb on– and ride
for free– is anything really for free?
But here I am, and you can come with me,
riding on the tails of the wind, like kites
tied with bows on a string, skimming
invisible air, high above the darkened sea

like bridges in the air

I’ll jump from one to the next
Just to see if red flies faster than blue
As long as it’s close enough, and I won’t fall through

The nothingness that separates us in the sky
is the distance between our held hands
If close enough we can reach
across the deep chasm below— but don’t look
down, because we’re flying above rooftops, trees and on top
of the clouds, and if we look down,
we’re doomed to crash on the ground
and shatter the glass carpet sea

I’ll grab this one or that one, the tail of another dream,
holding onto a colorful flame
like a flying carpet magic ride
I’ll sit at your heels, then zoom right past,
Flying through days, moving
like waves, through clouds, up and down,
zooming round moments, twirls and turns,
our laughter sets fire, a trail blazes and burns
And splits the air wide open, filling the deep
with dreams dared spoken, returned
to the weaver to fill the holes, burned
by disbelief in visible wind-tossed tails

The past nips behind us, propels us
we chase the future, onward, toward the
next breath of the wind,
flame flying, tail whipping,
whispering our dreams.

© Anna, pathoftreasure, June 2011

Submitting the above for Form Monday- Free Verse at onestoppoetry.com, and for Magpie Tales 71

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9 Responses to Flaming Wind

  1. Isabel Doyle says:

    I like your ‘bridges in the air’ – great poem

  2. jabblog uk says:

    I do like this – the rhymes and half-rhymes and the rhythm that carries the reader through and on.

  3. This is really lovely, telling a tale, almost seems like a tale handed down in a tribe. I love it.

  4. Anna :o] says:

    Reading this brought sighs of happiness – thank you!

    Anna :o]

  5. jinksy says:

    “school of flying carpets”

    Great idea! lol 🙂

  6. friko says:

    This is such a joyous post.
    It took me a while to find you but perseverance has paid off beautifully.

  7. sue j says:

    This carries you along on the wind. Nice Magpie.

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