Thursday, April 30, 2009


This grace, this tender beauty
is just an illusion cast from feathers
I thieved hungrily from a fallen swan.

I'd fly straight to the sun in my robber’s mask
but for the ominously softening wax
holding my air-bound pristine white appendages on.

Instead, I go north,
I go north, to the cooler air
chasing the slip-stream trail of the proudly honking birds.

Look up next morning
and you may see their sweet formation
then me, a crude mimic clad all black and white
flapping coarsely after.

Rachel Westfall
April 30, 2009


Faith said...

I imagine, Rachel, that you would fly as gracefully as your words do.

The pictures below are beautiful:) And I love the new color of your blog.

RachelW said...

Thanks, Faith! I only wish I could fly, and not only in dreams.

This sun has come out here, and I wanted my blog to feel sunny as well. :)

Woman in a Window said...

Are you in black and white stripes? I love the robber's mask.

Wax sets hard in the north, doesn't it? I'm thankful for that. (love this poem!)

christopher said...

We're hummin' now. Good one.

Rikkij said...

Rach-for some reason, I'm thinking maybe this has nothing to do with actual swans. I probably think too much. beautiful poem. ~rick

Fat Arse said...

New colour- new flight- marvelous!

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

We all want to take a flight of fancy with you. Your poem has lifted me into that air.

Hollow bones said...

Soar with the Angels...
Soar with the birds
and the wind...


S.L. Corsua said...

Made me think of the myth of Icarus' flight. ;) Loved the turn at the third stanza (the 'instead' part).

I've missed reading your poetry. Gonna catch up now. Cheers. ;)

Linda S. Socha said...

The urging of freedom is strong in this one.....
I love that you fly in dreams...and in words Rachel

Aniket said...

First me and Karen with Icarus' flight and now you. We all sure love flying don't we? :-D :-D

Very elegantly put Rachel. My you grow wings soon. :D

Aniket said...

Damn typoz.... I meant "May you grow wings soon. :D"

Karen said...

This is a beautiful description of flight and the imposter's accomplishment. Imposter or not, you can fly!!

joaquin carvel said...

what a great image...feathers and wax, black and white and a robber's mask..."flapping coarsely after" - but flapping on - gives me a bittersweet but hopeful feeling.

RachelW said...

I didn't realise it when I wrote it, but in a way, this poem describes for me the experience of Asperger's. Watching what people do, those unwritten rules of social interaction, then clumsily trying to copy them and blend in.

Joaquin, I like that-- bittersweet but hopeful.

Karen, yes I suppose... :)

Aniket, haha! I read it the right way the first time. Funny how our minds unconsciously work to create meaning, even if it means changing a word here or there.

Linda, yes those dreams of flying are pretty neat. :)

S.L., so glad to see you back! :)

Hollow bones, will you fly with me? The sky is a perfect blue today, and we could drift on the air currents with the gulls.

K. Thank you!

Fat Arse, glad you like the sunny shade of yellow.

Rick, I think so too... these poems just come out, then I think about what they actually mean later. :)

Christopher, yep, humming along.

Erin, great idea, the black and white stripes!

Kyddryn said...

Oh, my dear
I would summon the wind to bear you
in his strong, gentle arms,
to your destination,
so graceful you could spin,
bring envy and delight to the hearts
of all the fortunate
who witness your flight.

Shade and Sweetwater,