My first stab at Mona's Poetry Friday challenge, even tho I'm stabbing with prose and not rhyme nor reason. Hopefully I will, like a fine wine, turn into vinega...no wait...
Once upon a time,
Because all the best stories start that way
I found a pair of wings
in a bicycle shop
I was going to buy them; I could
imagine all the wonderous things
I could do
all the heroic tasks
I could complete
with a set of wings all wax
and bronze wires
and satin feathers:
Kittens rescued from high branches.
No more falling on my arse.
Flying with my love across moonlight skies--Uncle Einar
given breath and life and vibrant heart-pounding love.
I left them there,
and walked home.
I knew I couldn't meet
Mona, I sincerely hope you get to feeling better. Be strong, and when you can't be strong, remember that there are people around you who love you a great deal who will be your strength when you have none.