Thursday, August 16, 2012

Plume


An inaudible pluck snatched the angel's feather
A white feather falling, peer-leen-peen-peen
coming down the planetary spheres
whirling placidly against the turquoise sky

The feather descends like a ballerina
describing arabesques, plies, while floats
hovering over the air and leaving fast as an airplane
a plume made of plasma on a sky of gelatin

The pleated clouds spreads
to stare at the plume landing on the hand
a sublime ray of sunshine makes me blink
Pleen
And the angel winks to me