As the Crow Flies

A simple painting
that stirs emotions
as I cast my eyes on to the beauty
of her flight
each delicate brushstroke
capturing the essence of liberty
the wondrous freedom on the wing
and I remember the day you gave her to me
of love shared in secrecy
too many secrets
as love could never be spoken
like wings clipped by social correctness
until
love conquered hate
too little and far too late
the dream had gone
the lady of fate had already
called your name

 

© JG Farmer 2017
Form: Free Verse

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