Grounded Angel
She knew this was her destiny but she felt frozen in time. What was her purpose? She was surrounded by flora twinkling in the moonlight. She was dressed so beautifully in her dreamy dress but her wings had been perfectly clipped. She couldn’t even fly.
Angel in waiting
She balanced in suspension
In floral splendor
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sa at Culture Shock – Tell the Story Challenge – Picture Prompt Haibun
Love your poetic interpretation Christine! A philosophical angel balanced in suspension questioning her purpose. Thanks for playing along! 🙂
Ahh very poignant, Christine!
Thanks Jordy. Hope you’re doing well. It’s still January 😔
It is!! All is good here, thanks. I had a problem with my notifications. Couldn’t figure out why they stopped. But yeah!! I get your posts again!!💫
Yay! 🙂
Beautiful!❤️
Thanks my dear friend 💕💕💕
Always a pleasure! 💞