kestrels_nest wrote this lovely poem, inspired by my earlier piece "The Wingdresser's Kitchen." I'm posting it here so more folks can see it. I love it when my poetry inspires other people! This is very much the sort of thing I was thinking with regards to people of mixed heritage in this setting -- they could have wings like any of their ancestors, much like hair or skin color, though there is a spiritual as well as a physical component to these wings. Poetry and fantasy allow us to explore issues of history and identity in new ways.
I'll include the introduction too: "The Wingdresser's Kitchen" grabbed my imagination and shook it. If the African women had wings reflecting their ancestry, what about people who had ancestry they'd prefer to deny? I imagined some quintessentially WASP descendent of Thomas Jefferson and Sally Hemmings finding themselves with brilliant African plumage, or the proud descendent of generations of Chassidic rabbis with the wings of Ural owls bequeathed by a passing Cossack.
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