Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Soul Stirrings // A Poem (Air)

My last soulful poem was about fire; this one is about air.


The wind picks up, whipping my hair wildly around my eyes,
It pushes against my limbs;
I can feel it trying to sweep me off my feet.
But not to take me away to a magickal fairy tale life.
It is testing my balance.
Energy is spinning, creating a black tornado
Flinging around the debris of life.
It is aimed right at me.
I can feel feathers push their way from my fingertips.
My bones crack and reform;
A moment of pain that is quickly replaced by adrenaline.
I dive out of the way.
The hawk in me knows how to ride the wind gusts,
Flying against the tornado
And unraveling it into nothingness.
And when I reach the ground again
My talons are feet once more.
I take a slow steady breath.
The air is sweet in my lungs.
I can feel the breeze caressing my skin.
My storm has passed.

Lady Unlaced


4 comments:

  1. This is so beautiful, my favourite lines are
    ' The hawk in me knows how to ride the wind gusts,
    Flying against the tornado
    And unraveling it into nothingness.'
    It truly sent shivers down my spine.

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  2. Oh I love that.
    Very intense in the beginning and graceful/peaceful in the end.

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  3. Hey, is this your only domain or you personally run some others?

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