Lead Me Safely

Posted on August 4, 2020 by purplepeninportland

Written for:  Sunday Muse #119

muse photo last of july

Artistic Photography Dreamlike Portrait Photography by Damien Casals

She waits for the owl
to whisper wise words
in her ear. She is
lost–dreaming, awake–
no rightful place.
‘You are part of my
tribe, my dear. See
how we both sport
fearsome freckles?
Once you wore feathers
in orange and blue,
lost to you now.
Come with me. I will
show you the way
back to our people.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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12 Responses to Lead Me Safely

  1. Jim says:
    August 4, 2020 at 3:16 am

    Oodles of warmth for me, Sara. The last seals my thoughts.
    ..

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  2. Beverly Crawford says:
    August 4, 2020 at 2:37 pm

    Lovely fantasy, Sara. It conveys a sense of bloodlines and beginnings.

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  3. Carrie V. H. says:
    August 4, 2020 at 3:42 pm

    You have captured the essence of the image perfectly Sara! Gorgeous!!

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  4. fireblossom32 says:
    August 5, 2020 at 1:29 am

    Never turn down an offer from a wise owl. 🙂

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  5. qbit says:
    August 5, 2020 at 1:31 am

    “See / how we both sport / fearsome freckles” — Ooh, interesting observation. And like this a lot: “Once you wore feathers / in orange and blue”

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  6. Sherry Marr says:
    August 5, 2020 at 3:22 pm

    I would love to be escorted back to our people, in times of living sustainably on the land.

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