White Feathers
White feathers drift gently in a downward spiral,
The wheel of life spins out of control,
Years push us forwards,
As the earth coughs and splutters,
Pain and fear,
Before the candle burns down,
Will angels walk among us once more?
• Elaine Rigby is from Liverpool and says the inspiration for the poem was a white feather that mysteriously appeared on her window-sill
