Wings of Fire
A response poem
Published in
Jun 2, 2022
Across the sky
on wings of fire,
my blood trails behind me
tracing my path for all to see.
Blood carries my words
both falling through clouds
empty, spent by the time
they touch the ground.
No one cleans up either.
Blood will dry, blow away;
words trampled, torn
until useless.
I will land an ashen shell
to be discarded with them.
©2022, Marilyn Wolf
Written in response to Lucy’s poem
Wings of Fire. a poem | by Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) | The Brain is a Noodle | Jun, 2022 | Medium
