"Who?" demanded the outraged owl,
and I
whispered of you.
Feathers fell, autumn, from her breast -
till I instructed
that tears were best
for broken hearts /her talons sharp
as shards
of a fairy tale.
Apart from that day
I can't say
that I've seen you -
it's just as well.
For Midweek Motif ~ The Owl at Poets United
Wednesday, October 10, 2018
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12 comments:
Oh, I really feel this poem, Kelli. The feathers falling like autumn from her breast......the broken hearts....shards of a fairy tale. And that poignant closing. Sigh. Ouch.
A lovely poignant poem indeed.
The last line is a perfect close for your poem! Well done.
This says enough without saying everything--and that's part of what poetry should be. I really like this.
"Feathers fell, autumn, from her breast -"...Such a pretty line & poignant.
Torn, like the throat of a vole, which is proper to the poetic of the owl and that wisdom we don't get to fully name.
Those last four words--wow!
I have made friends with many wild animals, birds etc., over my years and despite our differences I loved how we both got on. Building up trust is so important and rewarding. Then one day they are gone.
Fine, indeed, to acknowledge the blood letting of fairy tales. And in case the owl response is truer than tears, it is good to walk away from rage. I love this poem!
Just as well indeed. I am glad owl was outraged for you and yes, tears are best.
Anna :o]
Words spun golden! Lovely, lovely.
Hi, I'm new to your blog. I absolutely loved this poem, the imagery was beautiful. I'll be reading more!
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