Flight.



WRITERS' ISLAND

http://writersisland.wordpress.com/2011/05/28/week-22-prompt-visual-see-below/

provided the visual prompt.

FLIGHT

Though the waves may threaten beneath our feet

And the coming day may be hard to meet,

We all have wings to make life sweet.

So fly.

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Some may fly on the wings of song;

Their voices may ring out clear and strong

On bell-like  tones they may fly along.

So fly.

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Some may fly on the power of word

Imagined, spoken, written, heard.

Every syllable like a bird.

So fly.

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Others may swoop on wings of art.

A simple line may be the start;

A splash of colour may reach the heart.

So fly

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Others may seek the notes of strings;

A violin says many things.

An orchestra has gossamer wings.

So fly.

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All these things can make us fly

Way up into a clear, blue sky.

Never seek to ask 'But why?

Just fly.

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JUST IN TIME!

I came down the aisle in my veil of white

Hoping that everything would be all right.

I'd been having doubts for a week or two;

Hadn't been sure of what I should do.

A hint of aggression had marred his tone;

He'd been brusque when we were all alone.

It was as though I belonged to him!

Thoughts of the future became more grim.

His kisses still promised the same old passion,

But marred in an almost cruel fashion!

I tossed and turned, gnawing on my choices,

Hearing in my mind a dozen voices....

My mother ' But, darling, the dress is made!'

My Father 'Look at what I've already paid!'

My friends ' You're going to be filthy rich!'

My Aunt 'It's really too late to switch'.

My own voice added to the chorus

'Maybe things will work out for us.'

He turned and smiled as I came up the aisle,

But was it just a 'mouth-only' smile?

I went through the motions, trembling, shaking.

Was this an awful risk I was taking?

He'd insisted on that 'obedient' clause,

And I'd given-in to him because

After all, as a business man of standing,

He was bound to be quite demanding.

But, goaded, when it came to that word

(And I know that this will sound absurd)

I suddenly let-out a heartfelt cry!

From the depths of my heart I yelled out 'Why?'

The congregation, stiffened and stirred;

He blanched when he heard my daring word,

Blanched and clenched his teeth as well.

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I picked up my skirts and ran like hell!

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