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The Word Artist

Words have always been my art. They dance for me and sing for me. They laugh for me and cry for me. They are my paint and brushes. They are my clay.

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Wings

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

A woman with fiery wings wearing armour.

I Have Found My Wings — a poem

A ballad inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet VI

Esther Spurrill-Jones in The Word Artist

A woman with long white blonde hair and wings lifts her arms and wings high as she floats among the clouds.

Icaria

A free verse poem

They gave me wings of down and wax;
I soared into the sky.
The flames blazed hot
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