Messenger

A Poem: Part III of ‘The Roaming Set’

By Simon Matzinger via Pexels

violet spars
making matches of the torrent

watchtowers to regale
the stoic messenger

but is there
no one else

to weary the
snow-blind eyes of the world

that swats at the
piloting carrier

spilling the gold from his pocket

under the chortled battle cry
of blue-dipped travesty

gliding
soaring

they say he defies all odds

a mismatch in yellow
an offence to human laws

but he defies them
delivers gold
nonetheless