A Slivered Thing

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She became an essence.

A sliver

Of her dreams.

Nothing near the child

She’d been, who played

A fairy’s magic theme,

With arms a fledgling’s

Widespread

Wings.

Life tossed her

From the nest.

Unhinged.

She a feather now.

A mere sliver

Of a being.

 

 

 

 

For the dVerse Quadrille challenge of: Sliver

 

27 thoughts on “A Slivered Thing

    • Yes, all too common. Alas. To me, our responsibility as adults, as human beings, is to guard against such harm the best we can, and to reach out to help those who’d fallen (or were pushed out) of their nests, and give them a hand and a listening heart. Because healing is possible, but not alone.

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  1. I’m so pleased to read your poem after your long absence, Na’ama, and what a beauty it is, from a sliver of dreams to a feather. I particularly enjoyed the fragility of the lines:
    ‘With arms a fledgling’s
    Widespread
    Wings.
    Life tossed her
    From the nest.’

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