White wings
Rush of feathers

I don’t turn to look behind me
I don’t see it here
Around me

A cloud
Darker than shadow
And heavier than storm air

I don’t comprehend it now
But I feel it sitting
On my chest

Surrounds me
On top of me – and in my arms

It is reaching for you
It is inside of you
Fight it off

All of us
Fight with it – fight so hard

And as we battle for you
It cannot hold you
Not now

And you
Are here with me
Right now, and for a while

But what I didn’t see then
What I can’t see now
I remember

Are funny things
Because when I look back

I see something I didn’t
I see white feathers
On wings

Brighter than darkness
Lighter than the heaviness

On top of me – and in my arms
I didn’t comprehend it then
But I know I felt it

Around me –
And holding you
I don’t have a story, to prove it

But I don’t have to because
We’re here together
Right now

And for a while
For, as I hold you I know you are held, too

By a rush of white feathers
And a silence
And wings

Our Angel


I wrote this a little while ago after watching my dog survive what I think was a seizure.

Photo by me

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10 thoughts on “Angel

  1. jo-hanna says:

    Know what?
    I see this as one step beyond “Do not go gently into that goodnight”,
    where there was just words of advice, whereas you have scripted active participation in warding off death on somebody’s behalf.

  2. Those white feathers . . . how beautiful.

  3. humbird says:

    Angels around, support us in all days, just ask for help…it’s a free will~ Glad your dog survived…xx

  4. Susan says:

    Strong images! Your poem reminds me of another: From Gerard Manley Hopkins “God’s Grandeur”:
    “. . . .
    And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
    Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.”

  5. Hold your dog close while he is still here. I, too, love the white feathers………I so know the feeling of death coming for a beloved dog, inevitably, painfully, and how very hard it is to let them go. My heart goes out to you. I hope he can stay with you, for a while more. My dog had small seizures, at the end.

  6. Jinksy says:

    And this would apply equally to people we care for, too, not only four footed friends…You’ve woven a feathered nest well…

  7. Kenia Cris says:

    Beautiful, beautiful poem. I wrote a poem to my dog too, but he died actually.

  8. Sumana Roy says:

    Yeah…we do long for those white feathers in the dark hours….wonderful image-display in the lines….

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