For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #142
bit, might, behind, spare, caress, sky,
save, expect, pair, struck, scarlet, first
And for Poets United: Poetry Pantry #183
Point of View
A pair of scarlet tanager wings
carelessly caresses the sky.
While below, the boy desperate
to be first, to finally fill
his father’s expectations,
refuses to spare himself.
Forgetting to save a bit of energy
for that final lap,
strikes a stone in his path,
and is left far behind.
Tanager, now perched, bends its head
in what might be defined
as curiosity, seemingly asking,
Elizabeth Crawford 1/5/14
Notes: When I saw the word scarlet, I was immediately transported back in time, watching myself struggling up a familiar and favorite winding wooded path toward a natural stone bridge dating back to Paleolithic times. Half way there, I caught sight of the incredible color of a scarlet tanager that landed in a tree branch and looked at me with a similar cocked head like that in the above photo. In answer to his question, I responded, “Because there will soon come a time when I will no longer be able to do so.”
That time has come, and I can only be glad I made all those memories. The story here was created to fit the wordle words and is pure fiction, sort of.