A sanguine sky
frowns down
on the City
this morning...
fingers of flame –
a dance macabre
on coruscating glass
of Bishopsgate
and Heron Towers.
Cimmerian shadows
lurk in the square
along Devonshire Row,
where black brogues
grubby, grey trainers
steel-tipped stilettos
lumber past
in a day-weary
dogged procession.
The body of a bird
lies – forlorn;
beak – bloodied,
broken; neck,
contorted...
feathers matted
with dried blood.
Festering holes
where eyes once were –
look straight through
to heaven; a murder
of crows knows
no decency, has no
sense of compunction.
A sanguine sky
frowns down
on the City
this morning...
and no one heeded;
no one saw
the pigeon
by the road.
Comments
jolono | July 10, 2012 - 12:29
You've got to stop doing this Rigel you're making us all look very "ordinary"...... Briliant as ever!
lenchenelf | July 10, 2012 - 12:32
Yes, I'm rather fond of a sanguine sky in summer.
L x
Denzella | July 10, 2012 - 14:43
Rigel,
You've just gone and done it again! Jolono's right and I've just come away from one of his poems which I thought was brilliant.
Moya
fatboy74 | July 10, 2012 - 16:45
This is a very good poem and I don't like to disagree with Lena who is fab - but sanguine sky is a bit hackneyed and you are a better writer than that. But hey, it's just an opinion. Well done on the cherries.
lenchenelf | July 10, 2012 - 16:55
Ahem! :-)
seashore | July 10, 2012 - 18:50
Your command of language is amazing - I need a dictionary at hand when reading your work. Another gem.
Rigel | July 10, 2012 - 18:52
Thank you, jolono. Very much.
Rigel | July 10, 2012 - 18:53
Hi there, L.
Nothing like a sanguine sky...as you say.
R x
Rigel | July 10, 2012 - 18:59
And hello to you, fb.
Pleased it pleased you.
As to 'sanguine'...'hackneyed' or not, as the case may be, I used it deliberately because of its connations. I.e. 'of or pertaining to blood'. But as you say, we are all entitled to our opinions. A dull world indeed, if we were not.
Many thanks for taking the trouble to read and for your thoughts, and I look forward to catching up with some of your work, which, on first sight, looks outstanding.
Rigel
Rigel | July 10, 2012 - 19:01
Hello there, seashore. I need a dictionary most of the time as well;-) Plus a thumping good thesaurus. Don't we all?
Pleased you liked it so much, and many thanks for letting me know.
Rigel
Rigel | July 10, 2012 - 19:03
Good evening, Moya.
Yes, I've just read jolono's little gem, and it is brilliant, I agree.
Pleased you enjoyed mine too, and I appreciate you taking the time and the trouble to tell me.
Rigel
scratch | July 12, 2012 - 19:42
Hello again Rigel.
Well it seems that you are growing your own orchard of cherry trees. I can't help thinking that it will eventually grow into a forest!
Well done on another fine effort. I love poems with birds in them, so that's a bonus as well.
Regards.
Rigel | July 13, 2012 - 08:59
Thanks, scratch.
Have a great weekend, and more power to our feathered friends.
Rigel
MistakenMagic | July 15, 2012 - 16:23
"Festering holes
where eyes once were –
look straight through
to heaven; a murder
of crows knows
no decency, has no
sense of compunction."
- love this stanza, Rigel. A wonderful juxtaposition of death and busy city life. Excellent poem!
Magic xxx
Rigel | July 17, 2012 - 08:41
Thank you so much Magic. I am more than obliged to you. Your words are quite something too. 'Juxtaposition of death and busy city life'. I like that, a lot.
Rigel x