Putti

[sparr0w]

A saintly sleep behind the lids of cherubim,
heavy as if laid in ivory.
The image of desire for the raw
and as of yet unseen made tangible;
a putto softly giggling at a world which has fallen beneath his feet.
He strattles his innocence as if it were an untamed stallion
aching for escape,
one day to return kicking and screaming to the wilderness beyond the treeline
and behind the sun.
Time, it would seem, is inevitable.

[Delta40]

do you mean straddles rather than strattles? I like the imagery here - even though i don't know anything about Putto.

[blazeofglory]

This is fabulous, Sparrow! Great imagination and that is how man proceeds shedding something but to recoup momentum

[PrinceMyshkin]

This is vigorous, confident and thought-provoking. I admire, too, the succinctness of it. Brava!

[Pendragon]

I don't think you have lost your touch at all, Sparrow! Clean and fresh as your namesake singing in a spring tree! Bravo!