Group: Gold Member
Posts: 399
Joined: 11-April 13
From: Australia - The great Southern Land
Member No.: 5,178
Real Name: Maureen Clifford
Writer of: Poetry
Referred By:arnfinn
Flying out of the sun from the west with a terrible roar what is it? What is it? I open the door and see the metal birds flying in formation at one second intervals Streaking low over the hilltop towards the bay below..
Kneeling beside the garden bed a handful of flowers at her side my Mother cries a rare emotion for her. The tears stream, down her face; her shoulders shake as sobs rack her body.
Down by the harbour great waterspouts erupt - a pall of grey smoke drifts across the bay. Explosions, followed by fireballs light the sky like an out of season fireworks night. Screaming sirens, racing jeeps, a cacophony of sound.
Chaos reigns at the waters edge. The chatter of machine guns and men screaming. A chorus of deadly music bewildering to me, and again the metal birds swoop overhead. Red circles on their silver plumage clear to the eye.
My Mother is weeping still tears streaming down her face blood dripping from her fingertips pierced by the thorns of the red rose she has crushed in her green fingers.
The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
"There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction."
Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights.
Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here!
Group: Gold Member
Posts: 399
Joined: 11-April 13
From: Australia - The great Southern Land
Member No.: 5,178
Real Name: Maureen Clifford
Writer of: Poetry
Referred By:arnfinn
Thank you Syl for reading and commenting - I am pleased you liked it and especially happy that the last line resonated
Group: Administrator
Posts: 18,892
Joined: 1-August 03
From: Massachusetts
Member No.: 2
Real Name: Lori Kanter
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
Referred By:Imhotep
OoOoOo Maureen - YES, a poignant one for sure!
I like the way you've used metaphors here like metal birds and silver plumage!
Glad I came by here to read, and sure hoping this does NOT happen in your neck of the woods!
Cheers, ~Cleo
··············
"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
Collaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind.
"I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. Kanter
Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here!
"Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.