The floater

Floating down the foyle

sinking in the strule

bits of Bob

the camoan carry

or fairywater float

cloths torn and ragged

you feed the fish

a foul final feast

a last stinking supper

of rotting flesh

the stench of decomposition

ignored by the hungry trout.

 

Had this scene

been laid before your eyes

would you have hesitated

on that bridge

would you have thought'

a while

before you took that jump

staining the stream

seeking the sea

that leap

not of faith

but despair.

 

 

© Paul O' Neill 2012

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hi Paulo, A very well constructed and written piece as always. This is a poem with powerful emotions. it reeks of anger and sadness and dispair and unanswered questions.

[Riley Mistwood]

very powerful imagery

[Pól]

Thank u, Riley

[SHEEMA HUQ]

the questions seem an imperitive part of thsi sequence which i think is nicely done.

[Circe]

a clever illustration of hindsight... if we act on emotional extremes, the results are more likely to be harmful... this imagery of the floater has scared some sense into me!

[Pól]

thank goodness

[KAOlmsted]

True enough...if people stopped to think about what their bodies will look like after they've been found, I think there would be a lot less suicide in the world ;-)

Good write, friend...

[Pól]

thanks, kimmer