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The Meeting
Contributed by
absyrtus
on
Tuesday, 21st December 2010 @ 08:37:04 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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To stroll through woods in midnight's dim
Confined to space thy trees allow
Brushing by limp clawing limbs
Mine ears were stricken by an owl
For fear I had trespassed thy fort
And wandered to thy tenant's door
My legs stood fast, with no retort
As dread escaped from every pore
And in the abyss, on life I swear
Two eyes emerged with crimson fire
Here to defend thy very lair
As truth defends against the liar
Silence did behold this scene
Interrupting soothing quiet
And with pure stealth, and senses keen
Darkness came and ruled with silence
Without a word, without a groan
The owl's unblinking eyes did stare
Into mine own, I wished them sewn
Shut to what our visions shared
"Who?" asked he, with bitter tone
My ears did wretch from thy taste
This single word, spoken then gone
Frightened me to speak with haste
"Tis I," stumbled from parched lips
"No harm from me thou can expect.
Sheath thy knife, restrain thou whip.
To you I give thy due respect."
But no reply the owl did give
Aknowledgement aknowledged not
Suspense was given breath to breathe
But air its lungs now begot
"Who?" repeated from his mouth
The question quite repetitive
As wolves exclaim with hunter's howl
Granting prey a chance to live
"Tis I," was once again expressed
"I bow to thee and offer peace.
A villain not, I shall confess.
Jailor please, grant my release."
My anxious heart now bleeding woe
Struggled with my lungs to breathe
From the owl, my wretched foe
Not a word did he unsheath
Impatience shown from patient wait
Shining brighter than Polaris
Expecting now to hear my fate
All feel judgement's hand of caress
The devilbird with demon eyes
Opened wide his fiendish beak
And raising his head to the sky
Spread apart Griffenous wings
Launching itself from the tree
Ascending up into the stars
Dancing in the clouds freely
A prisoner outside his bars
Astonishment then grasped my heart
Increasing the tempo of its beat
As the owl, with sudden start
Descended and crashed before my feet
Soil and dust blinded my sight
When the impact there occured
The ground rumbling in fight
Against that fallen foolish bird
When the shock and awe dissolved
I found myself in solitude
This play in which I was involved
Had no choice but to conclude
But the act was incomplete
For movement from the wake I saw
Expecting my old foe to greet
And enforce his sovereign law
The cloud of dust had settled now
Enough for my eyes to see
A man bent in courteous bow
And when he raised, the man was me
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2010-12-21 08:37:04]
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Re: The Meeting
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by Voyager on
Tuesday, 21st December 2010 @ 09:27:00 AM AEST
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| Very well written narrative poem. you don't see much classically written poems here, yet this was a very good example. Your word play within ur chosen rhyme structure was very clever and innovative. Well done! |
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Re: The Meeting
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by cashfan1 on
Wednesday, 22nd December 2010 @ 02:03:50 AM AEST
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| Classical indeed!! Very strong and smoothly flowing throughout. I will be reading more of your work. Thanks for sharing. |
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