Tuesday, April 4, 2017

The Feather

The ghost of Hamlet's father: 2
Photo Credit: translator, artist, Renaissance scholar Flickr via Compfight cc

The Feather

I leave a bloody trail
on a white road.
Line after line.
Page after page.
I am weaker than you,
but I can knock you over.
Black as night,
white as snow,
and all colours of the rainbow.
Best of all,
I can fly all the way to the Sun
and back.

GloPoWriMo Day 4


  1. I'm thinking....ink or a novel? But I could be totally wrong. No matter what, I like this tight poem.


    1. Thank you. You are close, it is a feather. I should have provided an answer, or at least a better picture. Anyway, I am glad it wasn't too obvious.