Azrael
She held out
The last two feathers
All that remained of her wings
Angel
They called her
Always giving of herself
Without expectation of return
Offering her support
To anyone that needed it
What did she require of feathers
Now she had the ground
Beneath her feet
Words: ©2021LCR
Image: No Claim
Submitted to: The Sunday Muse #153
The angel of death... brilliant. Women give so much of themselves. This beautiful poem brings that to light stunningly. So glad the image brought you to join us this week Lori!
ReplyDeleteThank you. And thank you for the wonderful prompt. :) It was an offering in more ways than one.
DeleteEmoteful. She gave of herself until there was nothing left to give. Makes me want to weep..
ReplyDeleteAs a kid I thought those winged bones on our back were from being an angel or becoming one. Here is my poem for the day http://www.looseleafnotes.com/2021/03/to-write-a-poem/
ReplyDeleteMaybe at one time they were. I'll check it out!
DeleteBravo this is a stunner
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to read mine
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much love
Thanks Gillena. Always a pleasure.
DeleteSimply stunning, Lori ~~~
ReplyDeleteThanks Helen. :)
DeleteThis angel gave so much of her earned wings to others, to only find her self grounded
ReplyDeleteto the earth. Feathers often grow back, let us hope hers will once again sprout.
Here's hoping. Thanks so much.
Delete“What did she require of feathers” ... Gorgeous transition.
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly.
DeleteI really like where this poem was going and how it ended.
ReplyDeleteGrounded yet she has blessed so many. Beautiful and devastating at the same time.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
DeleteLori, I am glad you wrote this. I am representative of the sow's ear type, I did not know of Azrael so I read up on him. No, he should not need any feathers.
ReplyDeleteI need now to learn how to prounce his name. I suppose he (what I read it is "he" although he appears as no-sex or either).
Good Job!!
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Thank you. I nearly changed it to Azraelle to make it more feminine but preferred the actual name. I tried to show a shift from the divine to human so definitely doesn't need feathers and like death is a transformation from one state to another. I'm gonna have to do some more reading up on angels; their back stories are very interesting.
DeleteHer sacrifice and the acceptance is absolutely awe inspiring. Love the close. "What did she require of feathers / Now she had the ground / Beneath her feet" My favorite lines.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sumana.
DeleteBeautiful... I so loved the journey your poem took me on.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much.
Deleteoooooo...this makes me want an entire novel resting behind this. Amazing.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'm pretty sure she has a few stories to tell. :)
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