“Metamorphosis”

A poem that, in the writing and revising of it, really lived up to its name. The first draft was definitely ho-hum. Peace to your !


Metamorphosis

My poem was a skeleton,
A sad and lifeless sight.
I added organs, muscles, skin;
Still its breath was slight.

I nurtured it with hearty food,
Which helped its heart revive,
Then coddled it and coaxed it
Till it began to thrive.

At last I robed it in a gown
And saw a most amazing thing:
My poem, now an angel,
Taking flight on golden wing.

© Stephanie Malley

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