Owl-Winged
I would wander
like light, ancient pulses from beyond time
or like a river, over stones
and through rocks, roiling, then calm, always seeking after,
never as evanescent as a cloud,
but lingering, like birdsong, and if I dropped notes
like feathers, would you follow
a thousand whispers and shadows,
the brush of owl wings under the moon?
I decided to hold onto the first poem the Oracle gave me early this morning. Then she gave me some intriguing snippets before finally giving me this poem that gives me an excuse to share Kerfe’s beautiful painting again.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
The Oracle gave you the voice of my goddess! Owl-winged–of course. (K)
Oh yes–you’re right! 💙
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Thank you!
A very interesting poem! There is something light and calming about it. Have a beautiful weekend, Merril! xx Michael
Thank you very much, Michael. I hope you have a good weekend, too! 💙
Lovely! And the same spirit as Kerfe’s poem. I had something that echoes your poems with my cloud poem today, so maybe the Oracle is working with clouds too. Why wouldn’t she be?
Thank you!
Yes, why wouldn’t she? 🙂
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Light as a feather
Thank you, Derrick.
It really is a beautiful painting, and you do it justice with your words!
Thank you very much, Ingrid!
Beautiful, words and painting
Thank you, Rene!
You are welcome 💙
I love these lines in particular, so lyrical . . .
Thank you so much!
You’re welcome, Merril!
Doh! I forgot the lines.
if I dropped notes
like feathers, would you follow
a thousand whispers and shadows,
the brush of owl wings under the moon?
Thank you very much, Liz! 💙
You’re welcome, Merril.
What a lovely poem she gave you! You wtite beautifully and soulfully, Merril. I love that. ❤
Thank you so much for your lovely comment, Lamittan! 💙
Most welcome, Merril. 💖