He was named
for rulers and kings,
and drank the sweet
nectar of the rose,
but it was the way
he floated
and soared
on those magnificent
Renaissance wings—
frescoes of orange
and black—that
never failed
to give rise
to the dreams
of a wingless child.
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“Flight of the Monarch” by Mary O’Connor from Dreams of a Wingless Child, Wheatmark Press, © 2007. Photo by Mary O’Connor, © 2013.
A beautiful image and a lovely poem. Made me happy this morning!
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Thanks! That’s what I always hope my photos and words will do!
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🌺🌿🌿🌿🌺lovely
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Thanks. That is one of my favorite poems.
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