Owl.

An owl takes wing,

Shudders at what it sees, 

Rests on the shoulder

Of Minerva, begs her

To bless with wise counsel

The world-weary, 

The battle-worn, 

All who have lost

Sight of terra firma

As well as firmament...

◄ Beacon.

Riddle. ►

Comments

Holden Moncrieff

Mon 16th Dec 2024 11:25

Thank you so much, Marla, that's very kind of you! 😊

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Marla Joy

Sun 15th Dec 2024 19:52

Your poetry has a lot of depth. Marla

Holden Moncrieff

Thu 19th Sep 2024 14:53

Thank you, Uilleam, you are definitely not alone in that! 🌷

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Thu 19th Sep 2024 06:20

Thanks Holden.
I think I sometimes might be one of those

"All who have lost
Sight of terra firma,"

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