Along the rickety railway track the journey has begun.
With innards juddered, bones shaken, nerves shredded,
The question is: when will the journey be done?
With wings of fire
Feathers of flame
And head and tail of light
Lifts off the ground, and upwards into flight
It weaves and dives
And it aims for the greatest heights
Dances and flies
And it dances with delight
I seem to be having a weekend with a ‘dance’ theme, for some reason, this week. Haven’t a clue how that could have possibly happened!
After yesterday’s post being an extended version of ‘Pianist and the rain’, I’ve revisited another post from 2012, ‘The birth of the phoenix‘, and this time, instead of extending that rhyme as well, I’ve kind of continued on with it. The first part was the phoenix rising from the ashes, and now this is the phoenix in flight. Who knows, the next part may be about what the phoenix has for tea!
I love playing with colour with the odd post. I hope the text is clear if viewed on a device where the background appears white. I was once told off for using yellow in a post, but just for devilment, I’ve added three yellow characters at the beginning.
I’m such a rebel at times!