The Morning After

Life goes on in its magnificence despite us.

The Morning After

We were sweeping up the afters

of the previous nights quarrel.

Picking over the who said what to whom,

getting the convoluted memories

convulsed and pulped and regurgitated.

Reforming the truth to defend our stand

and twisting words into origami models

that were more artistic and formed

than our original dispute.

Suddenly the sparrowhawk swooped,

homing in on the tits and finches

on the garden feeder.

A predator, swift, stealthy and sure,

but they saw it all too soon

and burst into the air

in every direction,

thus confusing this magnificent

bird of prey

and denying it a certain kill.

 

26/09/17

Reviews

[duff]

Another fine piece.

"Reforming the truth to defend our stand
and twisting words into origami models
that were more artistic and formed
than our original dispute."

That is sick. Awesome job.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you dear sir!

[duff]

You bet. I like those lines a lot.

[wordman]

so life seems to be pretty much the same for us all

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I guess that is largely true Ron. The world outside keeps revolving even when we are in crisis. Many thanks.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love how you use the language. I could write a epic story from these words you had wrote. Your description bold and honest. You made the reader feel the words and I liked the ending. Bird of prey or the game. We will play many parts in a long life. Thank you John for sharing the outstanding words and thoughts.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Many thank yous Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome John.