by Bobbie Troy
he didn’t look back
after setting the swans
on fire
he didn’t see them
flapping and flying fruitlessly
into the unknown
then suddenly dropping to the ground
in a mass of blackened beaks
flesh upon flesh
sorrow upon sorrow
death upon death
he didn’t look back
he didn’t dare look back
he just walked away
Good poem tho' dark and dreary!
ReplyDeleteAs well written as it is, this IS rather dark! It conjures up very stark images. I'm glad I don't usually have nightmares. Hopefully those descriptions won't stay with me too long!
ReplyDeleteNoir at it's best. You are multi-talented my friend.
ReplyDeleteJeanette
brings thoughts of Lot and his wife when they were not to look back on the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah [Genesis]. she did and death consumed her. good writing, my friend.
ReplyDeleteThank you, everyone!
ReplyDeleteWe all have ignoble thoughts and fantasies that erupt in the secrecy of our minds, like poisoned splinters in our naked fingers. Most people would not admit to them, while wonderful poets release them, usually to harsh criticism. For whatever reason, I also write dark stuff; the world is filled with great pain and if I didn't put it on paper, I would probably be either insane or dead.
ReplyDeleteReally nice poem, Bobbie. I saw it as metaphor.
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