My poem for Day 12 of Paul Brookes’ April poetry challenge. I used all three images. You can see them here and read the responses.
Striving since the beginning,
since fire, watching the flames leap into the night,
sparks among the stars,
since we built from holes in the ground,
created majesty, a sense of importance,
higher and higher,
and even the stories of hubris, chaos,
Babel, the casting down into the ocean,
have never stopped our urge
to point a finger at the sky
and say, There go I.
Fly, soar, claim, conquer,
and in the end
(if this truly is the end),
all we hold in our fist,
is a handful of feathers
from the Firebird’s tail.