• kristinaskovby


Updated: Aug 23, 2019

By Miss Woodville.

Armed with feathers! We move

the flesh, the meat, the goods

Armed with feathers! We tremble

we shake, we quiver

Armed with feathers! We blush

we bloom, we rise

In delightful sweetness

we spread our water repellent wings,

we shrug of the cold, we fly.

With tassels, with shimmer,

we camouflage and battle in affection,

with grace we dispute, we bite

Armed with feathers! We disarm

We cushion ugly, we brace grief

we touch the touch of mortality

Armed with feathers! Moves us

the beat in PLUMES, the beat of then,

the beat to come, the beat of now.

Painting by Emil Nolde