That unstirring January morning
in Nicholl’s Covert
we found proof
of the night hunter’s
grisly work
blushing umbra
diluted crimson
circled unfolded wings
perfect symmetry
crucified, frozen
in snowbound flight.
Departed the strutting
crowing potentate
emerald, amber, scarlet
regalia now faded
to a cipher, caged
in brittle ossuary
his heart still
as a pebble
ours, quickened
by the implacable
the random
the savage
and the queasy
inner ferment
that our own
lustre may fade
in a single gasp
and our flight
be just as fleeting.
Very skilful 🙂
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Thought you might like this on much the same theme
Best
David Pollard
Road Kill
After the sudden jolt and cry
only the silence in the swallowed throat
and backward buckle into a huddle
and ruffle of air that for a moment
simulates a shudder of life.
Here by the side of passing
fresh as murder,
it fell sudden and small
within the twisted knuckle of its weight
too tender now to load itself with life.
Too soon and quick the runnels of its fear
were squandered at the edge of daybreak
ending in the gully of its loss.
Brush with a finger’s delicate modalities
the hair against its grain’s quick nerve
torn lace as radical as loss of touch
the tendril’s pressure can no longer
quiver back from.
Those were the shoulders harsh declivities of pain,
the glance of naked bone ceramic clean in the new air
that blows it the caress it cannot know
into the now bare body’s myriad branches
and their bloodless tones.
Alert within the twist of danger
and the skin’s quiver against the air
now locked back into patience
like the dark stupor
frail as dew beads
and familiar as forgotten loss.
Dark blood now hangs about
the eyes quite blind of their uniqueness,
ice to the skies appealing
or the road’s dangers.
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Hi…..this was quite so nice…..i loved reading it….BTW i would like to inform you that my blog https://expressionsdotlive.wordpress.com has been shifted to https://aliyahwriting.wordpress.com
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Thank you, Aliyah. Noted.
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“his heart still as a pebble”…..your poems always contain simile/images that jump off the page..JIM
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Thank you, Jim!
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Lovely imagery. Beautiful word artistry.
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How very kind of you. Thank you.
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