O voo das plumas

A flecha em plumas,
zumbindo ao estio,
arqueando ruma

– dedos em cio.
Etérea ao eixo,
gira ao sacrifício,

do cego-solar pio –
a flecha, sem plumas.

by Ricardo Andrade and written after a poem by a friend:

Flighted (Octain)
Fletched for balance and direction
loosed upon a humming summer,
arcing green, the arrow leaves her
tight-strung fingers’ spurt volition.                          
Hurtling, volatile, her volta
pivots, bent on immolation
dazzled, solar, sinks, a tumbler
fletched – imbalanced, wrong direction.       

By Becky Kilsby

Thanks, Becky!