Broken Wing

She lived amid the green dish of plenty.

Innocent, sweet Angel, she did fall down

From a seemingly safe perch—down she went;

Shattered light and lost dreams—for her no crown.

Cracked, made rudely awake, no song to sing;

Brought down to earth the same as all the rest;

With dusty books on the shelf she’ll mingle,

Unopened, a word meant to be the best.

The rose quartz Unicorn sits dead and cold,

Breathtaking, beautiful, but has no wit;

Stone Penguins kiss and colors turn to mold;

But the Angel broken and naive sits

By the blue vase that’s empty, and the purse.

The glass egg holds no life. She feels the curse.

— deelilah, Oct 25, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Northwest USA, USA

Favorite Poets: E.E. Cummings, Robert W. Service, Emily Dickenson

Critiques

themoonman

17 years 7 months ago

Hi Deelilah...

things... you've given life to your shelf and wonderment.. enjoyed your sparkling poetry... Richard

deelilah

17 years 7 months ago

Thank you Richard

I'm amazed at how clearly you read the story in this poem. Yes, I just laid in bed one morning and stared at these things, got out the old laptop and wrote it. Thanks, Donna

deelilah

17 years 7 months ago

PS Richard

Stephen King is better now than he ever was. It's like after his accident, he got deeper, especially in characterization. Try the "Black House" which he collaborated with Peter Straub.

prayersbyPatty

17 years 7 months ago

Wow did I like this one

I understand. Patty

deelilah

17 years 7 months ago

Thanks, Patty

I'm really glad you like it. I'm still trying to get a feel for what people do like around here. Appreciate your comment. Yours, Donna

Tonya

17 years ago

I just wonder how many trinkets

I have around my house that have gotten knocked off the shelf and broken, which now reside in view, but a little hid to hide the super glue! I’m so dang sentimental, there’s always a reluctance to throw them away. Especially if they are gifts from one of my boys or a dear friend. I do feel for the little angle, losing her high perch on the shelve. I think your shelf with its trinkets led you to a very creative and thoughtful write. Now, I KNOW how difficult these can be! For me at least, The only thing I thought that might be tweaked was the second line.. Innocent, sweet Angel, she did fall down (It feels a little awkward….’she did fall down’) Innocent angel, from her (home, rest, place) she fell Just a thought. The rest was very visual, would love To see the rose quartz Unicorn, and stone penguins… dust and all. Loved the sonnet, Deelilah. Always, Tonya