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Creative Writing


How heavy it is
to lift a feather
Laid across two palms
not letting it drop
What a weighty task
For this feather, entrusted to you by a creature of flight
portends another kind of life
but don’t be fooled, in truth, any portent
only confirms what you know inside
There is a wobbly point on my spine
they are hitting me I sway
but obstinate I do not fall
life starts up again at the beginning
one step forward one step back
From overhead floats down a feather
not a bird in sight, it came on its own
to perch on me
Feathers, I know, are signs sent to me by angels
I cup them in my hands 
like life

-    Karin Karakasl─▒

     Translated by Canan Marasligil