Saturday, July 6, 2013

FSF Challenge - Flight

Lillie McFerrin Writes
This week's writing challenge from
Five Sentence Fiction
Lillie McFerrin Writes ) is based upon the prompt:


I haven't done a poem for a while, so I thought I'd give one a try... It rhymes here and there, and in no particular pattern, and in some places, it doesn't. Poetry also gives me a bit of leeway on the five sentences - yeah, they're a bit strung out. As am I...

Also, I think there is a poem with a similar premise out there - I seem to remember reading it long ago, but I can't locate it. If anyone recalls what it is, please post it in a comment - Thanks!

A Gentlemen's Agreement on Wings

Image "Beer" courtesy of ahmet guler at

"I've always been envious of birds," said I
As drinks were delivered to our table outside
(The waitress shooing the pigeons away
That had oddly gathered around),
And then I resumed as I looked to the sky,
"Always wishing for wings and the freedom to fly,
To dance among clouds so terribly high,
To somersault within the branches of trees,
To look down upon the land and the streams,

And never be afraid to fall,"
To which my friend gave me a look of concern
Taking his glass as we drank in turn,
Saying nothing at all.

So when talk continued with my dear, old friend,
(We had finished a round and had ordered again),
On the implications of growing some wings
And living my life as a bird,
I asked if the feathers would help my appearance
Or possibly make it the worse,
To which he replied (with rolling eyes),
"It surely couldn't hurt."

He commented, however, how I might disdain
A diet of seeds and wiggling worms
(And possibly other things that squirm),
To which I replied "I ate them often as a child;
I suppose I could do it again."

Then, being a person of practical nature,
He brought up the problem of inclement weather,
And whether a home in the rain and the snow
Would be too much to trade for wings of fine feathers
Unless an un-winged one would allow a small entrance
To a place warm and dry until springtime commenced;
So a gentlemen's agreement was made

With a shaking of hands
(As my friend shook his head),
That should any wings on either appear
During a time of unpleasant clime

The other will leave a window propped high,
For ingress or egress, both day and night.

Thus it was settled on how to survive
If it should happen that wings do arrive,
And wishing to toast the agreement, I asked
(Lifting up my now empty glass)
If I might buy the next round for my guest,
To which he responded, his head in his hands,
"Oh, please, dear God, yes."

                                                              K. R. Smith

Image "Beer" courtesy of ahmet guler /

© 2012-2013 K. R. Smith All rights reserved


  1. I really like this. I think you should consider it for a poetry blog/hop, rather than flash fiction. I think you would do it justice there.

    1. Thanks! I've never done anything like that - perhaps I'll look into how to set one up. I'm still learning about all these different things!

  2. I'm not one for poetry but that was interesting!

    1. A lot of poetry is strange and unintelligible. Mine is just strange. In any case, I'm glad you liked it!

  3. Oh I love this! It flows so nicely and I like the conversation mixed in with the drinks and even the body language. Wonderful poem...five sentences!

    1. It is frighteningly similar to many conversations I've had with a certain friend who is thankfully quite tolerant.


  4. Oh I do like this. It reminds me of something that I can't put my finger on just now. Beautiful and clever..x

    1. Yes, I hope someone can remember that other poem - I'd like to read it again and compare it to this..

      And thanks for reading and commenting!

  5. A true delight. I loved it.

    Barbara @

    1. Thanks! I'm glad you stopped by to read it. Now I have to find time to check out everyone else's!

  6. Oh, K R, this is wonderful! A total joy from beginning to end! I often have "flights of fantasy" about wings myself. :)

    1. Thanks! I have to sneak in a poem now and then...

  7. Loved the flight of your narrator's imagination. And that last stanza brought a smile.

    1. Thanks! I hope my friend see the humor in it, too.

  8. Thanks for leaving the link to this K R Smith. I really liked how this poem was mingled with a nice conversation followed by a gentleman's agreement. I think it rhythms nicely. Just let me know if you start to get those feathered wings, ha ha ha.


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