Mistress of Sky

Mistress of Sky

 

She is like a baby bird

All eyes and feathered

Wisps of gold

 

Always hungry

And for the moment

My word vulnerable

 

Soon tho she will learn

To fly and then

Be gone like an eagle

 

Only to become

Mistress of sky and

Dance upon thermals

 

Like scented wood smoke

Rising cloudy and curious

A silver edged silhouette

 

Higher than mountains

Flawed but still glorious

A storm in a teacup chipped

 

 

Reviews

[Fay Slimm]

Your way with words always leave me wanting more peeps into hidden meanings my friend..... she, the mistress of sky would be in my eyes a young growing female who however vulnerable will find her wings and make her glorious way upwards to freedom.............. or would it be the feathered kind you verse so well here Nev.......... ? - - which or whoever this was a very good read........... Fay

[Neville]

Bless ya Fay... gonna leave it up to you to decide what's what... N :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville... a precious prediction of feathered heights of a silver-edged silhouette that is dancing her way to eternity with a chip in her cup from the storms that brewed in her cup of destiny. truly, Pat

[Neville]

Hello dear Pat and welcome to these words.. Many thanks for stopping to consider them .. Always grateful to thee..... N

[olla]

"a storm in a teacup chipped" awesome.. I am going to share this with my Grandson who has the only girl child in three generations.. her name is Skyla..

[Neville]

Thanking you so much olla for visiting these words of mine.. Oh and do convey my best to your Grandson who clearly has good taste when it comes to naming daughters..... N

[olla]

thank you.. I think so too..

[lakinbob]

Flaws and all, we should never clip their wings; and gone like an Eagle is a good omen for the future, given that juvenile eagles pretty much always return to the general area where they were born. Understandable, what with mummy and daddy eagle, like most humans, mating for life. Bet they're not so keen on little grandeagle baby sitting though.

Nice, very nice.

[Neville]

Nice is the new black in my book and I am so very grateful to you for distracting me from the many shades of grey that seem to abound these days....Cheers and then some..... N :)

[Rhayne]

Probably how my Dad thought of me. Great piece of work, Sir.

[Neville]

thank you kindly...

[Eilis]

Hi, Neville. I hope you are doing well there. I’m working my way through your book little by little. Good stuff, as I expected.

I love this poem. Just, as a mother, I sense the parent-child bond and that understanding that we only get them for so long but hope they will always return to grace us with their spirits and growth.

My favorite part is the end where you acknowledge the flawed nature of the ‘baby bird’. Mostly because it’s so easy to put a loved child (or loved anyone) on a pedestal and then feel disillusioned when their humanity shows through.

But our flaws are part of what makes us beautiful, indeed. Your ‘storm in a teacup chipped’ is such a lovely intimation of that. The mixing of power and delicacy alongside all that humanity.

Beautiful work.

[Neville]

Thank you Eilis, not only for working through my book.. that alone means a great deal to me... Oh' and the plug here might come in handy too... I truly appreciate you considering 'Mistress of Sky' and your take on it uncanny.....

[Eilis]

You’re welcome, Neville.

[Katrina Mckeown]

A lovely description of little ones leaving the nest .. animal or human love the sentiment beautifully portrayed.

[Neville]

thank you again Katrina ... Neville

[Beccy]

Beautiful use of our wonderful language.

Charlie is just turned thirteen and seems to have temporarily lost the ability of cohesive though and speech; but his grunting is so blissfully teen, that I am encouraged it will pass and he will one day ride those thermals. :))

Beccy.

[Neville]

Yes.. have no fear, it will pass... and I am sure he will ... bless you Beccy for checking in on me... N :)

[Betty Hermelee]

a lovely portrait of growth, be it animal or human. The words just flow. I love it. Betty hermelee

[Neville]

thanking you most kindly my friend.. many thanks indeed.. Neville

[Anjeline]

Beautifully written dear friend. Each line has got a wonderful format. And I absolutely loved the lines- Flawed but still glorious. It in itself speaks a number of things but most importantly what it taught and reminded me was to accept people with their flaws and not to change them because it's the way we deal with our flaws, that define us. Great work 👍

[Neville]

I am truly most grateful to you Anjeline... Bless you :)

[Anjeline]

It's my pleasure to read such wonderful pieces of literature :)

[R.E. Ray]

Neville, I could read this on multiple levels. Most literally, I could read loving someone, knowing they will leave and emptiness will fill the space. I also could read a vulnerable man who has original thoughts but has doubts about sharing, and once released (to fly) has fears of rejection, but must do as his nature calls. My thoughts are still evolving on this one, which perhaps remains out of my reach.

[Neville]

you are most kind and much appreciated too my friend.. thank you..