Death of a Dream
Her beauty reflects
the land she rides,
a harshly seamed mosaic
of repentance and pride,
and as the haunting cry
of a crow's lament
oft' does signal
a songbird's death,
so too womanly dreams
of hearth and home
dashed to bits,
forever to roam
due a jealous rage
and a forty-five,
with the blackbird's caw
her ode does rise.
by Margaret Bednar, June 14, 2013
This is for Imaginary Garden of Real Toad's "Artistic Interpretations" - Cowboy Poetry LITE. Click on over and sit a spell :) I'm hosting and this is my second poem writing to the fabulous photography of Merri Melde of "The Equestrian Vagabond". She also has a horse BLOG.
7 comments:
Lovely words, and ever lasting images throughout.
The cawing of a crow always leaves me with an uneasy feeling .....
Crows have a a rather morbid reputation. it is captured so well here in this poem.
I rather like crows, the cheeky things, yelling when they think we've done something wrong.
The first photo is one I wanted to use but couldn't fit any words to...
This has been a super prompt, Margaret, both writing and reading.
K
Lovely use of form to convey the death of the bird.
Reminds me of a Willie Nelson song--and that's a true compliment, I'm sure you know. ;_) Thanks for this wonderful prompt, and for the introduction to Merri's photography,
Whoa! I wonder if the song Hedgewitch means is "I Just Can't Let You Say Goodbye"?
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