ANGEL WINGS

ANGEL WINGS

blue-grey pen strokes of softly shaped feathers
drifting sensually on a surface that moves
follow their lead,
fall swiftly, silently in line
behind them

there’s no beat, no rhythm to these wings
just movement and the sound of wind moving
recklessly about the non-feathers
caressing their owners viking skin
and cooling the solar glare.

in following watch with silent wonder
are they real? how do they work?
are they warm as clothes?
are they heavy?
can they lift into flight?

and what do they conceal?
a world of questions unanswered
yet they fascinate, entice
intrigue
draw alongside and stare,

at the face of this magnificent bird
a black helmet and goggles
and around the neck a coloured band
of linen waving in the breeze

and below? below this neck band?
the exquisite breasts of a biker-bird.

doughty 2008