Another assignment for Creative Writing- write a poem in terza rima form. What a nightmare. This is my rough copy.
I, as a Dancing Feather
Stepping out of shadow and into the light,
I’m weightless, free to float,
Cutting the lines to every breaking-glass fight.
Leaving behind neither scrap nor mote,
Yanking tethers from their iron stakes,
My self soars- its script rewrote.
Shedding my heart’s soulful aches,
Cloud cover clearing,
My Being awakes.
Away from your malevolent sneering,
I’ve finally found my blissful niche-
Departure, never have you been so endearing.
Catapulted into a wild leap in which
My worth is properly redefined-
There is solace in this long-overdue perception switch.
In these brown eyes you’ll never find
the light of love again enshrined.