An Ekphrasitc Poem by Richard Leach
O winged thing,
flight evolved four
separate times on earth.
Do we find in you the fifth?
O winged thing,
you move through the streets
and squares of the city.
O winged thing,
do you come hunting,
to silently seize
and bear away?
O winged thing,
do you come to shelter,
to hide us behind
your outspread wings?
O winged thing,
I would not be taken
and might welcome shelter.
O winged thing,
do you have a voice?
O winged thing,
should you pass by swiftly
I will say that the sudden wind we felt
was the breath of your passage.
©Richard Leach: https://www.deviantart.com/richardleach/art/O-Winged-Thing-812888397
Source photo by ©Hanan Kazma: https://www.deviantart.com/partiallyhere/art/winged-812797721
©Video creation by me.
