Wings
By Margot S
Published 25 August 2014
You are old and patchy,
Bright and shining,
Good as new but so much more.
In another life I am Hermes “Greek Messenger of the Gods”
As I fly through the air, the light of the sun glints off the wings on my feet
As I land softly on the sweltering, tanned sand,
I am drawn back to reality with a single call of my name.
You are old and patchy,
Bright and shining,
Good as new but so much more.