The Dead Hill Of Owls

about the end

not just a white horse

more a fifth element

the hundredth stone in a dry stone wall;

a neckless shout

over black-boned-broken

diggings hidden in gravel

You Mount Of Lakshmi !

a gloom bird, flat-faced

teacher of graven land;

shoes on the table

the fat earth dripping,

the owls drinking rain

as they sing for the ones

to be called,they watch

like a ring of stone.  

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

A very captivating poem. Love the imagery used here. It has a hint of darkness that is compelling. Nicely done for sure!

[Rogue]

"You Mount Of Lakshmi !
a gloom bird, flat-faced
teacher of graven land;"

Yes, but should she be upon it's back it is the reversal of bad fortune and doom.

I really enjoyed the dichotomy in this piece. Along with the visuals you managed to conjur in such few lines. :)

[Frieda P]

Enthralling read his one. Love the imagery here, this is one I have to read again and again. Powerful piece of work Leslie.

[FJ Davis]

Reminds me of Hemingway; he also packed a lot between the lines.
Unique and powerful, Leslie!

[Ken Simm.]

When Lakshmi's luck runs out you start seeing pale horses. I love the convoluted aspects of this in such few
well chosen words.

[Coyote Song]

A very sinister poem but the ending of things can be that way.
Impressive write!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Avarice in the end is the downfall. Look at the bankers and what they have done to the world. No wonder Jesus threw the traders out of the temple! As always such meaning in few well chosen words Leslie.

[Pete Langley]

Having read of Lashkmi, of owls and myths, this poem could well have been entitled "....you can`t take it with you", Les. For me this has graphic images of the futility of acquisitiveness. In any case, very absorbing. P.