An air of death
in the City this morning.
No one heeded
no one saw
as it lurked
in the shadows
by the cinereous wall
of Barclay’s Bank
where line upon line
of shiny black brogues
scuffed, off-white trainers
steel-tipped stilettos filed past
in relentless procession.
A pigeon lay
bedraggled
feathers bloodied
eyes pecked out
ant infested sockets.
A murder of crows
has no code of decency
no sense of decorum.
An air of death
in the City this morning
yet no one heeded.
No one saw
the pigeon
by the wall.
Comments
Nathan Bednarek | September 11, 2008 - 12:46
Wow, well this is different. Very original and atmospheric. I love the mysterious flow of the poem as it creates a feeling as if I was just reading about a dream I had the other day. Well done again.
Silver Spun Sand | September 11, 2008 - 14:11
Nathan - thank you for reading. Funny you should say that, about dreams. I've got a little note-book by my bed and I always jot down my dreams. When I can remember them, that is. They really do make bizarre reading, as you can probably imagine;-)
Tina
Caolan_le_Paddy | September 11, 2008 - 20:03
Love the description in this poem, very graphical and dark. You must have some amazing dreams if you can come up with this. It's got a nice flow to it that just hooked me into it. Great poem.
Silver Spun Sand | September 14, 2008 - 15:32
Caolan - forgive my not replying before.
Thank you for reading. Glad you enjoyed it and took the trouble to tell me so.
Tina:-)
luigi_pagano | September 15, 2008 - 08:51
Dear Tina, a slight departure from your usual style but effective nonetheless. And no mistake. As a mutual friend would say.
I like the line 'A murder of crows' and I assume it is a pun on the collective noun of those birds similar to 'A kindness of ravens'. Not being an ornithologist, I am only guessing. Am I right?
But I digress. I wanted to say it is nice to see good poetry being rewarded.
Luigi, X at the power of N.
Silver Spun Sand | September 15, 2008 - 15:25
Luigi - thank you. I wrote this poem for the weekly challenge, (over on the other side!) the prompt word, believe it or not was 'Murder'. As 'a murder' of crows is the recognised collective noun for these creatures, I thought it rather apt.
Thank you for reading, my friend. Much appreciated. I hope you have a good week.
Tina X (I can't beat 'to the Nth power' so I shall just have to say 'ditto':-)