Friday, 25 March 2022
If only writing a poem could go a little way towards healing the world .....
Things with Wings
Bees, ladybirds and butterflies,
birds of all creation
they each have purpose
in this fragile world of ours
Stories, too, have wings; for they
are flights of fancy -- precious
amongst the hurly burly
of every day
The imagination rides its white
stallion of ideas; hair flowing
wildly behind with the
golden spangles of words
Like bees collecting pollen to make honey;
or seeds flying on the wings of the wind
to make more of their kind
so words are the wings of language
Language to make us think, comverse, improve
ourselves, escape our circumstances. Words, if
we use them well, bring us peace,
make dreams come true and achievements real
Words fly us into the infinity of possibility
fire the kilns of our mind, calm stormy waters
Tales of fairies help children make sense of the world;
bring rewards for milk teeth lost, build fantastic castles
in the air, make princesses of girls and
swashbuckling heroes of boys
Oh,were I only a bird with wings I'd bring peace
to all; I'd fly to the ends of the Earth, peck out
the eyes of despots, end wars and bring water
and bountiful harvests to those in need
If I were a thing with wings I'd give birth to
super powers and make the world whole again
© Carola Huttmann, 25 March 2022
