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,

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

So wild and furious was I to pursue that face!
“You fool!” she shouted.

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)
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 🙂