Take Off

Occasionally I dream that I’m flying, like Icarus who was so sure he
could reach the sun. I don’t go that far, but my dream takes me high
and then … lets me down … Is this your experience?


a compelling dream
urges me into flight                                      img_9375-8-25-16-blog
feathers waxed tight
arms stretched
ready for lift-off
into an unknown sky
where valleys and hills
fall out of sight

corralled with eagles
nestled by hawks
the air undergirds
with cloud and storm
until I am struck
by lightning shards
and fall through snow
to an earth unknown


my scans - after 18 112 coverTo Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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