White velvet, she drew the feather between slender fingers, over her palm and across the back of her hand. There were no words to describe such soft comforts, the exquisite ecstasy, the long, white perfection. She gazed upon her prize with ardent eyes, held it to the moon, twirled it like a carousel. The feather, so pure of colour, melded with the celestial orb as though a part of heaven, lost in white dreams, there but not. Next, she offered it to the midnight stars, even then, it didn’t look out of place, a perfect constellation. The girl sighed, a long, deep breath of exultations lost, then passed it back. Letting go was the hardest of all. Not of the feather, but he who flew away.
Richard is a writer and author of The Eternals Series published by Creativia. A former Authonomy.com gold medalist, part of HarperCollins, Richard has had many short stories and poetry published and always feels extremely privileged each time. A prolific writer, a constant source of clearing his mind, Richard has created this website to share just some of the many poems and prose he has written that would otherwise have fallen by the wayside. Reading and writing have always been Richard's main love along with the pursuit of keeping fit. Running, walking, and anything that provides a spectacular view always feature highly for him. Running in the rain with his headphones on whilst dreaming up some future storyline is just about perfect. It would be nicer still if that run was in Switzerland or Norway, but we can't have everything. Oh, and coffee, lots and lots of coffee. View all posts by Richard Ankers