I came upon a silent spot.
The road was hedged; the trees behind were high.
The sun winked once, then left the catatonic sky,
And roses came from Hades with their wounds,
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And mouths were dry.
I wetted mine, I cried
Between the battled boughs and leaf-inserried trees,
But all I heard were echoes,
Echoes, echoes, these, and then I saw
A vision in that silent spot.
I knew I saw a warrior-girl.
Her hair was dark, her eyes were fire
Carved out of furious indignation and desire.
I stared. I hardly knew the place
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So wild and furious was I to pursue that face!
“You fool!” she shouted.
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In the shivering acres, vines
Were falling, knotting, falling.
She had gone! “I’ll get
Revenge!” I shouted; “I will not forget.”
I’m still here now (so many months go by).
The violets bloom.
I bend across their pools. I watch
My face. It faces me.
I contemplate no chase.
(from a collection of poems called “The Light Of Day” to be published towards the end of this year)
I admire your dedication. That takes much time and work.
The person in the monochrome silhouette at the top of this post, looks like my son, whom I haven’t seen for a while, is all I’m trying to say .
Thanks for the clarification. I’ve said it isn’t anyone I know. Good wishes, Jon
This is a wonderful but somehow “dark” poem. The banner black and white banner image is almost a perfect profile of my son whom I haven’t seen for several years since he moved to UK. Is it someone you know?
Sorry, I repeated the word banner.
No, it isn’t anyone I know, and sorry. I chose the image from Google – just to fit into the poem and its thoughts. With thanks, Jon
Thanks for your comment, though I don’t quite get it!
me too.. sounds like cool 🙂