PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

She entered his workshop

wings tattered and torn

The wizard was there

Holding a torch

Woah! She said.

How can that mend?!

My wings are made

of silk and thread

He said, Fear Not

I've constructed new wings

They're stainless steel

and open with springs

She thought for a moment

Then asked him how

with wings of steel

she could fly at all

He said, I'm a wizard

These wings are magic

they have razor sharp edges

and make you pelagic

They're light as a feather

and fly when you sing

Then he proceeded

to attach my new wings.

She stepped outside

for her maiden flight

Started to sing

and found out he was right

Her wings, they opened 

and flapped on their springs

He yelled, You'll fly higher

the louder you sing!

And so She sang 

a song of love

and noticed beside her

a lovely Dove

She said, hey there

Wanna fly by my side?

Together they flew

and felt full of pride

I have to go thank

The Avant Garde wizard

But first I'll fly through

this wintery blizzard

These razor sharp wings

cut right through the storm

I love these new wings!

They fit well when they're worn

I'll have to test

them in every motion

Soon I will try 

a dive in the ocean

I could learn from the stingray

We'll see how that goes

Swimming with wings

But no webs on my toes

I'm so excited

to be flying again!

But now I must find

a good place to land