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Sonnet for the Falling by Aaishah Mayet

Aaishah Mayet | Mar 7th, 2020 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

Wings: feathery, smooth, come in many forms
Large and elegant, or a small flurry
If captured, clipped: a shrinking pain of norms
If spread in glory: a growing pain- hurry!

Shout it to the eagles, sing it to crows
She will not become apologetic:
Who falls on her knees eventually grows
Even if abraded, she’s not static

Her silent screams will be temporary
The ground is a witness to her clear choice
Catching tears with strength- contemporary
A prostrate prayer hears her calling voice

She has to fall, to fly to lofty heights
Falling Down is Falling Up by Moonlight

Poet Bio

Aaishah Mayet was born and bred in the City of Gold, Johannesburg, South Africa. She works in the Healthcare sector which, for her, has bridged the frontiers of our shared human experience. As a self-confessed bibliophile of many years, literature remains her teacher and her sanctuary. Her works include Haiku published in the Lotosblute, as well as poetry published online in the Agbowo Limits issue, Poetry Potion, Active Muse, the Brittle Paper and Amaliah.

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