Geese

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By ralph

Sun, 15 Oct 2023
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11 comments
 

Geese

 

Across an England October zinc 

sky, they come. Sketched at angles 

as if to resemble flags dragged. 

The Geese are migrating.

 

Rain falls and I shake from news

of other migrants panicking south.

A red, green and white land blackened.

Their lives weighted to hell or heaven?

 

 

 

 

Certificate U
Poem

Comments

Submitted by Ed Crane on

between the beauty of nature and the ugliness of humanity

 

Submitted by Nolan on

"Wild Geese" is a name for mercenaries. Your poem seems appropriate.

Cheers & Nolan

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

yes, we are so lucky it is rain that falls! Geese calling sounds sad to me, full of the sky's emptiness, the distance between homes. But for people made landless after thousands of years, their homes destroyed so they can never go back - the sound of their voices should echo round the world.

 

Submitted by drew_gummerson on

Congratulations Ralph. This is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day. 
 

Image free from Pixabay

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is so beautifully done - the sky really is exactly zinc isn't it? Very well deserved golden cherries, and thank you for posting it

 

Submitted by ralph on

Thank you, means a lot. I read this tonight at an event in Bradford. 

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Just the right size. I loved the zinc sky - both colour and coldness to that. And the idea that they resembled flags. And the word sketched! It has a diagonal feel to that word.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

This is our Poem of the Week! Congratulations! 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Congratulations from me too Ralph - this is so beautiful

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Very well done. Your awards well deserved.

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by ralph on

Thank you.