I scooped handfuls of pink confetti
gave it wildly to the sky and watched it
float down to my hair, cheeks, nose, wings
and there I was, perched on my branch of blossom
singing thanks to my velvet landing and
wings of release. My beak looks fine don’t
you think? Playing this rousing tune to all
around, collecting delight in my chocolate opal
feathers, skinny legs, like hers down the road
and beautiful stretching wings. But I can’t stay.
I need to taste the lift once more, feel the rush
and hover light knowing I’m safe
I’ll return to the grind when I’m done
these wings show me what it’s like to soar
Come now, ride with me, you won’t
stumble in clouds
Julie Stevens has had Multiple Sclerosis (MS) for 30 years. Her poems tend to reflect the impact MS has on her life, as well as other topics close to her heart. Her poems have recently been published in various magazines, online and in print, most recently The Blue Nib, The Honest Ulsterman, Dodging the Rain and Dreich. Her chapbook Quicksand has recently been published by Hybrid Press having come second in the Dreich Chapbook Competition. Her website is: www.jumpingjulespoetry.com.
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