In Flight


Vulture in flight. Red Bank Battlefield, May 24, 2019.


Sometimes we dream of birds, in flight, in flight,

they soar far past the sun, in flight, in flight.


Follow hawk or geese—the height, the height–

there see towering clouds, in flight, in flight.


What if they were we, soaring out of sight, the sight–

your wing brushes my breast, in flight in flight.


We fly past stars and moon, the light, the light!

Our spirits dance at night, in flight, in flight.


We’re drunk on moonbeams, a rite, a rite

of dream-world gods, in flight, in flight.


Do you question this? Not quite, not quite?

Night visions with stars, in flight, in flight?


But I, writer of dreams, I write, I write

and dream of birds, in flight, in flight.


I took a poetry break from my writing on sexual harassment (because really, I need a break). This is a ghazal for dVerse.  It’s a bit different from others I’ve written. For my “signature couplet” I’ve used writer. My birth last name is Schreiber, which means scribe or writer. I took my first line “sometimes we dream of birds” from Sarah Connor’s Eventide story/novel/epic. Thanks, Sarah!






As Linnets Take Wing

(c) Paintings Collection; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation

Albert Zimmermann, Bodensee (Lake Constance), Public Domain, Wikipedia


 “There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet’s wings.”

–W.B. Yeats, “The Lake Isle of Innisfree”


At the glimmering lake the birds still sing,

though you’ve been gone for many a year,

now, I watch as linnets take wing.


Once I longed to wear your ring–

before things changed, I sought you here,

at the glimmering lake the birds still sing,


You promised sun, moon, and everything,

before bad times came and settled near,

then I watched as linnets took wing.


I realize now, I was just a fling–

that thought is now as clear

as the glimmering lake where birds still sing


where at my side, our baby’d cling

without a father. She brought me cheer–

as I watched the linnets take wing


I dreamt I was a queen and you my king,

before you sailed far from my pier

at the glimmering lake, the birds still sing,

And I—I watch the linnets take wing.


For the next month, we’re writing villanelles at dVerse, under Sarah’s capable direction. I’ve only written a couple of these, so I’m tiptoeing into this challenge by revising one I wrote for Sarah’s very first dVerse prompt! See how things come full circle in poetry land? Here’s the link to the original version. It was written during last year’s NaPoWriMo, and this year’s is coming up.