Rionero's Swallows

Bladed feathery sky seekers soar above mortals and Hades;

Below Heaven, trailing skeins of snowflakes

Slicing blueness reveals rank scents - fresh blood - an abattoir's

coppery odour

Wings batting flesh, flaying it, fill the mouth with strawberries over-ripe

Then, like Icarus, they're on the wing again

The beating of thousands, the coliseum's roar

Those that soar, just as easily plummet

I notice how they dive and swoop— and  sometimes land as if to have a chat—and never collide

and wonder how that is; it never ceases to astound

It's sick how they do that, just sick

Should I be able to collect enough swallows and defeather each one

Then create myself a cape for flying

I too could take the sky, I know it

Perhaps not ... meno male!

Were I just to have enough faith, I know I too could soar

Earth Angel - wings clipped at birth

Oh, but come the night when Luna rises full and calls to me

My wings will surely grow strong, fully unfurl

And with the sweet swallows, I'll soar

Savage swallows scissoring, seize the sky

Mere mortal believing the impossible becomes winged - takes the sky

è pazzesco!

My humble cape breathes itself alive, wraps me finally, fully feathered.

S.E.Ingraham©