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Sunday, December 29, 2013

Night Song


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Night-Song

Think!" she whispers, a blast of air singing the tip of his cocked ear
We must synchronize our steps softly,
map a path through pavements
Before
The soft tint of mother's oft sung Tincture-of-Red-Finger
Rising already - rages
Ready to write with gnarled fingers our fated-answer
to the Integral-Feared-Question we must face ...

"Think!" she whispers, voice dangerously climbing
"Think-cool, in this hellish heated night as
the satanic soft tint rises teasing toward conflagration,
blazes all chance of our survival, surrendering us forever
to this unyielding pavement as the sleeping giants stir, wake
and snatch us with their big sticks, charred and forever lost

"Think! and remember The Way, as we run from mother's
stillness, her bloodied fur rippling in the moonlight breeze
crested waves on this sea of ceaseless, sad, silent solitude
Now, from her open ignominious grave, slack-jawed empty-eyed
She  importunes us, her only offspring,
to throw back our heads,
in the sages-holy-howl-at-the-luminous-orb and run,
Run! - as you, the elder, were taught as a tumbling pup
Run, to the safety of the waiting woods waving us,
to the soft moss, to slake our thirst in the cool creek
and fall together, muzzles dripping, breathing slow-heaving
Survival
Safe


17 comments:

  1. Action-packed from start to finish, Pearl!

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    1. Thank you Misky for taking the time to stop by and to comment - as you know it is lovely to be read - much appreciation :)

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    1. Love the way your focus was to the positive - thank you so very much for sharing :)

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  3. wow, Pearl, this feels like a fairytale escape… with actual thinking involved… and memory driving the refugees forward.

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    1. Aww Laura it came to me with that fairytales feeling - thank you for reaching out :)

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  4. Oh, poor wolves, with Mama dead. Well painted, this scene, Pearl.

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    1. Ahh Sherry as this came to me I was thinking of you - knew it would resonate - Thank you for responding :)

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  5. There is danger in the night for day animals and vice-versa for the night creatures. Will there always be a war?

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    1. I hope the night and day can eventually melt peacefully into one another in the glow of dust and dawn :)

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  6. The female pup seems to have grown up a lot and have a lot of sense; but what does he think? Will he be able to come up with such great alliteration as his sister did with "this sea of ceaseless, sad, silent solitude"? This is serious I know but I had to smile!

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    1. Haha - I love your comments - thanks for the smile :)

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  7. The repetition of think and the switch to run, really works on building tension for me.
    Ciao
    Pea.

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  8. This was like a fairytale..the use of 'Think' at the start of the paragraphs really was effective..

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  9. Thank you Jae Rose - the poem began with that echoed "Think" and did feel like a fairytale to me :)

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  10. Such intense write! I can hear you reading this...

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