Life Interrupted
Echoes of footsteps
Thin bleatings of spring
Sink into green velvet
Sheep float in pools
Cupped in ribbons of soil
Still trees hold vigil
Standing nude; black-widows
Tearing their flesh
Over dark fingered gloves
Sprawled broken on rock
Hear the river dragon’s roar
Flaring stone gills-
Spitting damp icy breath
Loath to release its grip
Or lift wings of flood
Creeping it whispers
Boiling a death mask
Of thin paper clouds
Laying flat to the land
It swallows them whole
Thin bleatings of spring
Sink into green velvet
Sheep float in pools
Cupped in ribbons of soil
Still trees hold vigil
Standing nude; black-widows
Tearing their flesh
Over dark fingered gloves
Sprawled broken on rock
Hear the river dragon’s roar
Flaring stone gills-
Spitting damp icy breath
Loath to release its grip
Or lift wings of flood
Creeping it whispers
Boiling a death mask
Of thin paper clouds
Laying flat to the land
It swallows them whole
posted by Sue hardy-Dawson at 12/06/2006 06:52:00 PM
8 Comments:
In this time of winter, we have some flowers on trees in belgium. And a great sun in the sky...
Bye, have good time in this time of holiday.
Lovely write! and happy holidays!! :)
Wow!! "Hear the river dragon’s roar/Flaring stone gills-" what a wonderfully harsh image. Love it Sue!!
Nature is made so strong and powerful with these images. A picture, not of fangs, but with fangs which is not satisfied to be only seen. It follows us with the ominous patience of a predator. You write as if you have been working too hard and too long at a civilised job.
Wonderful, Sue.
Strong images and great rhythm, Sue!
words as wild as winter itself.
Lovely poem
waiting to laugh more
Post a Comment
<< Home