Owls

Consumed by my captive, while I consumed what I caught.

Lovely shades of gray bring forth two birds of a feather

whom don't sing, nor croon, nor caw, but rather who

once did they extend fragile wings to soar high as the aether

yet competition was brought to end when one soared higher than two

Never had she anticipated I would sprout human limbs

complete with greedy eyes and an iron cage too

desirous was she to escape imprisonment with fire's singe

whilst her brittle spine shivered a victim to a lonely grue

Doth you not have death to fear while hatred towards me grows

yet you need not fear for admiration to be shunned

reluctantly I trapped you in my heart with woe

consuming every fragment of your being one by one

How dare you rattle the iron bars of my heart's prison

four honed talons wrenching the arteries of my liver

yet despite the agony I refused to let my darling owl be risen

out the depths of my blackened heart and away from my innards

Heresy leaked from my polluted blood

contrary to her expectations of a savior so divine

slowly did my heart hollow with a flood

damning my darling owl with a shivering black to shine

Author's Note

Photo courtesy of SarahRiley on Deviant Art.

Reviews

[The Scholar]

You continue to amaze me with your intriguing poetry. Very macabre. I think.. ravenous?

As usual, a pleasure to read your work.

[Rhianne Ney]

Gotta love the expressiveness and imagery...
I'm shelving this, dude
;D

[Baby Ricochet]

Kind of violent, a little disturbing, heavy on the wretched. Yeah baby, that's the stuff A TaI poem is made of. I tip my hat to you sir, one disturbed mind to another. Except you appear to be a natural. I had to go to Iraq to get mine. As long as I have one, that's what counts, right? Right!

[Tai Ryens]

Except I know not why I achieved a disturbed mind-state. Perhaps I was born with it, or maybe I'm haunted by memories of things that even I have long forgotten, but unconsciously held onto. Who knows?

[Sky]

Interesting. The dark imagery is well done.

[Extant]

Wow. I am finding a definite theme in your poems; love=death. Also imprisonment. I must say, personally, I am a fan. (Especially of the bloody parts) The meaning you present is never lost, the story does not overtake the poem, the poetry does not dilute the story. Great balance.

[Tai Ryens]

The three are definitely my strong concepts in poetry, with the occasional sprinkle of deceit, perhaps false visions as well.

[Extant]

It shows. But you never seem to repeat yourself.