Circles

‘Circles’

Above the shadows

The bridge painted on the water

The moon cried down

Here a swan lay dying on her own

No-one heard the cries of pain

Or later cared

To search beneath the white for red

The water rodent burrowed deep

Discarding down in search of meat

Finding refuge in the bird

They say a man once left a woman there

With torn skirt and blood red hair

Perhaps the rat remembers

Its summer now

The lonely path is overgrown

And nothing’s left but

Feathers rags and bone

 

 

Reviews

[Elly_Green]

Even more so moving because it is fact that swans mate for life. So, the reader has to wonder whether the man/woman addition is related to the swan's death. Metaphorical beyond the obvious. Beautifully written poem. The first four lines I had me engaged through the whole reading - the set the tone perfectly.

In fact, I dare say you could probably write the first four lines and last three as their own poem. Powerfully strong writing!

[Neville]

Wow Elly_Green, you just made my day. Please accept my apologies for the delay in getting back too you but have been working as a volunteer in a West African psychiatric hospital for the last two months. I will reciprocate in due course. All Good Things, N

[Elly_Green]

Do you volunteer with a certain program?

[Neville]

No, I funded myself entirely but I have pledged my time and interventions next year when I hope to raise sufficient funds to buy an old 4x4 and stock it with meds and other essential provisions. I you might be interested in supporting the Tanka- Tanka Foundation please let me know. All Good Things, N

[Lyn Anderson]

I can't believe no one commented on this one. This one literally took my breath away. Such a powerful piece. Only the rats and beasts know what goes on in the underneath.

[Neville]

I am back... Thanks KL, much appreciated, your friend N