Polar bears

When polar bears splash their canvas red,  

they leave Eskimo women no warm fur coats  

or pretty hearts painted in the snow; 

no orphaned seal plucked from her breathe-hole, 

stolen and clumsily dragged, 

as a butcher’s knife across bleached apron;  

only a trail of tears, invisible and forever frozen, 

swept under the contrails of murder.

Reviews

[LazerRays]

Whoa. A wee bit violent. I like it. Violence is my thing :P
I like how you made it sound pretty XD that made me laugh a bit. This is awesome! Let's hear it for polar bears!!!!

Btw, your name reminds me of a book, maximum ride- good book

[Maxwell Ryder]

And your's reminds me of Edgar's sister.
Glad I could satisfy violence and laughter in one go.

Thanks for your review. Love it. Cheers

[LazerRays]

Hahaha ;) aye! Love the poet! My last name is Allen so I figured I'd add Poe at the end to show my love for the guy. Hahaha- this poem is def epic, and thanks for that!

[Chris Shaw]

Powerful image created here. Strong contrast between the snow and the blood that has been splashed. Nature is cruel.

Chris

[Mrudula Rani]

An orphaned, stolen seal pup clumsily being dragged is a horrific image, hard to erase it from the mind. Very powerful images you painted with your poem, Maxwell.

[Maxwell Ryder]

Sorry, I was trying to convey the violence of the blood upon white arctic snow. But it seems it worked. Thank you as always for the read.

[Mrudula Rani]

Some times you have to paint the reality in all its details to get the point across.