Maureen Weldon

Watching the Feather
 
Standing on the rooftop
in a red coat,
 
he watched the feather float,
first higher then spiralling
 
out of control.
In the cold snowy air
 
many heads turned upwards.
Which open mouth
 
would swallow the feather?
He shivered,
 
just his toes and knees.
It was hard to wonder,
 
as first his neck,
then his skull, turned to ice.


*Maureen Weldon keeps doing crazy things (sometimes, just sometimes good). Recently she was awarded by  The Sons of Camus Writers International Journal where twenty five of her poems were showcased. 

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