Sunday, October 14, 2018

Prince of Darkness (take two)



Prince of Darkness

Autumn breeze rustles forest's underbelly,
sanctuary's silence disrupted

as silvered statue upon bare branches
swoops down, unearths devout,

ignores pious prayers for deliverance,
his thanks, a swift devouring.

by Margaret Bednar, October 14, 2018


This was actually a version of a poem I wrote in December 2013.  I greatly massaged it and like it so much butter.  I think I'm a bit better at this poetry thing than I was five years earlier.

Happy to participate in (but posting very late) in "Poets United = Midweek Motif - The Owl"

4 comments:

Gillena Cox said...

Im sure to him its just a case of mice are so yummy.

Happy you dropped by to read mine Margaret

Much love...

Sumana Roy said...

"his thanks, a swift devouring."....Yes, yes...that's the owl. Very swift and silent is his way.

indybev said...


So aptly describes that tell-tale swoop 'n feast!

Maude Lynn said...

That opening line is just gorgeous!