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.
Lovely words, and ever lasting images throughout.
ReplyDeleteThe cawing of a crow always leaves me with an uneasy feeling .....
ReplyDeleteCrows have a a rather morbid reputation. it is captured so well here in this poem.
ReplyDeleteI rather like crows, the cheeky things, yelling when they think we've done something wrong.
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
ReplyDeleteReminds 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,
ReplyDeleteWhoa! I wonder if the song Hedgewitch means is "I Just Can't Let You Say Goodbye"?
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