Amelia Earhart, soft silver wings

Amelia Earhart, soft silver wings
by mike marcellino

"Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace. The soul that knows it not, knows no release from little things." - Amelia Earhart, 1927



amelia earhart,
Love your picture
in flight.
Love your goggles,
love your lips.
Love how you circled the world,
single handed.
amelia
amelia
amelia.

Like that leather
air cap.
You’re a goddess, a woman,
soft white,
ahead of your time,
such afterglow
night
in shinning armor.


Meet me on a northern coast,
not far from the equator,
above the island
where they made King Kong.


Your Atlantis, risen
in my South China Sea.
amelia
amelia
amelia.


Oh, your last flight.
Oh your last flight.
What a night.
Looking at your picture
in my book,
soft silver
soft silver
wings.


Your lips, painted colors
light, pretty pink.
Those eyes,
imagine,
sigh.
Your nails, natural,
fingertips.
Taking you with me.
amelia
amelia
amelia.


Soft silver
soft silver
wings.


Courage


Courage is the price that Life extracts for granting peace.
The soul that knows it not, knows no release.
From little things.
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear.
Not mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings.
How can life grant us boon of living, compensate
For dull grey ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare
The soul’s dominion? Each time we make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold the restless day,
And count it fair. - Amelia Earhart, 1927


You made the crossing
not alone.
Meet you over the Atlantic.
amelia
amelia
amelia.


Soft silver,
soft silver,
wings.


copyright Mike Marcellino amelia earhart 2009