“The Ballad of A Lost Feather”
From an unknown place it came through
Perhaps from nearby woods
along with the sudden south breeze
to touch the earthly goods
It came not from a flightless bird
but from a bird that soared
as high above as it could be
Its feather was ignored
It was freed from the bird’s body
It was fallen but fresh
Dull olive green with pale red shades
Not as red as man’s flesh
Colours created or altered
Feather remained the same
innocent enough to drift by
With no life it was tame
But it kept on drifting away
feeling a little ill
its colour allured all senses
to be a feather still
It stopped by when the cool breeze slowed
Under an old oak tree
And asked him if he knew the bird
that cared to set it free
The old tree answered- “That Bird’s dead”
Pain struck the feather’s will
And suddenly it just wanted
to be a poet’s quill
Written on the 25th of June,2011
©Munia Khan 2011
I should thank Niloptal for B’Marking this :)
amazing poem !
Excellent ending; The story of the feather told by the same feather but as a poet's quill.
Now that was a paragon for a texbook example of what contemporary porety should come out lookijng like !No flightless birds missy? I 'll buy into that, but i hope the Emu's take it well !lol!!! Pristine work that captures the Reader far beyond the flesh of the poem ....but deep into the womb of it! Arguably one of your finest, albeit, that list is getting as BIG as the U.S. National Debt! You most definitely Rock, young lady,yes u do! ~FjR~
That was a surprising end, Munia! Enjoyed this wonderful ballad, I was almost singing it under my breath, not just reading it... Indeed, you got a very willing feather as your quill... :)
Wow! What a ballad of the writer's quill and how the beauty came into its station! Impressive and very fascinating to read! La, but I enjoyed it! Wonderful, with beautiful imagery. Lovely.
Awesome..as always...tfs
Great poem, it shows beautifully how life goes on.
heart-warming, deeply layered and moving...
Superb, Munia.. very deep and meaningful with layers of imagery.. Enjoyed dear.. Lovely!!
a sad poem Munia, very deep and lovely ending.
oh..i stop breathing for a while..reading this again..and the last line is stunning!!'Well penned, Munia!!
A lovely poem with a wonderful punch line at the end,
this is so good , so nice and heart warming ..i knpw now which feather and which quill
nice...very nice Munia...how poetic! and how the pain strikes the poet!
The old tree answered- “That Bird’s dead” Pain struck the feather’s will And suddenly it just wanted To be a poet’s quill”... great lines muni...
What a beautiful balad you have created Munia. Your imagination knows no bounds. The last stanza is perfect indeed, especially for this poet site and your friends here~~
Your work Munia is so very refreshing...I use a quill even to this day. So I know that your ballad is true !
the feather may have transfered from bird to man but it performs the same purpose...the set the soul free.....wonderful Munia!!
Just beautiful Munia with a brilliant punch line at the end!!
Always loved to write years ago with a quill. But I always hated having to dip it back into the well to continue my writting. God bless
and a poets quill you have used here Munia..perfect ! Maggie x
Lovely - just lovely Munia. Feather light and bright as a button reading with a surprise last line. Well done.
Ah Munia, you made my heart dance! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
Bookmarked! Tfs.
brilliant munia i love this
This is just wonderful Munia, I have Bookmarked it. So full of feeling!