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Friday, March 30, 2012


Mysteries of a Fossil Feather

What bird
were you
of this delicate feather
and how did you die?

When did you live,
over what land fly—
where nest,
and under what skies?

Did you once alight, alive
upon this rock
where now a single feather
lies ossified?

Was your flight
adart with flits and dips,
or a long, smooth glide
of finely tuned wingtips?

Were you blue
with white-tipped wings,
did you warble,
did you sing?

Were you tiny or large
or merely a wisp
of angel dust and stars?

Eleanore Kosydar

Note: This poem was written in response to Feather
Fossil #2, a painting by Cora Brittan in the
Carnegie Gallery

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