Light as a feather, stiff as a board…

June 24, 2010 – Feather Mask

INAPPROPRIATE!  This feather mask just may tickle your fancy… that sounds inappropriate too.  Why do feather cliches always sound dirty?  Anyway this mask right here has left feathers all over my apartment.  Just when I think I’ve cleaned up every feather I wake up and walk to the bathroom and my feet look like I ran through a chicken coop.  Feathers always remind me of Emily Dickenson…

“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

Emily Dickinson

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