Monday, 21 December 2015


Feather by Beren Hartless
When something wonderful
And terrible,
Happens unexpectedly,
When soft wings
And a floating feather
Coalesce into a presence,
Do I tremble?
Or do I embrace
The gift?

A momentary surge of fear,
Settles into silence,
And the cosmos
Holds its breath,
Waiting for assent.

B. I. Hartless  

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