The lament of Connor O' Dannels

The lament of Connor O' Dannels

A Poem by Randal Bright

 

“Mistah, he’s dead, he’s dead. There isn’t nottin’ you can do ‘bout him, nottin’.”
 
Here lay the sordid remains of Connor O’ Dannels,
Daisies sprout from solid ground
During this cruel and unforgiving spring.
Winter melted and left us behind cold and frozen
As the hoarfrost stir’d forget-me-nots and helpless smiles
With the dull melancholy that seemed to make up the whole season’s feeling.
We pay tribute,
With a thousand soles
Trampling lilacs on dewy grass that
Freeze under starry nights
And April showers.
If I am to drown
If I am to drown
Why must I gaze at paradise?
Why must I gaze at this paradise?
Left drown’d upon open sea…
Here lay the sordid remains of Connor O’ Dannels,
Washed up in slimy gutters
Where the belly of black rats scrape
The dried husks of dead men
And mossy graves
All behind the mausoleum gate.
And I hark unto thee,
Silent and bleak
Fading! Fading  fast!
A world unknown to thou.
For Poseidon has cursed me,
Cursed me so!
To be lost
Lost at sea.
Here lay the sordid remains of Connor O’ Dannels,
Rebirth’d from the underground
Growing from the earthly spring
So vivid with a masquerade of colors.
Rebirth’d, reborn, resurrected,
Reborn from solid ground!
Just to be drenched with cruel April rains.
 

© 2009 Randal Bright


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I enjoyed it. not so much a story as free prose though. just a tech thing.
that said, this is the best work I've read of yours so far. got a good stretch of imagery and a rather unique ending message, very bleak. but more connecting for the readers than alot of work on here.
good work. I only wish it were longer.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I am sorry to announce that your poem The lament of Connor O'Dannels did not make the finalist of the Broken hearts contest.
LeeAnn

Posted 14 Years Ago


Wow I really enjoyed this and this a a great piece. You have amazing talent Sir William!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dear William,

Another good one. This gives me such a Faulkner feeling. And there are those Eliot-esque feelings, too, and that Conrad "Heart of Darkness"-like opening line. All very nice. One correction, though, your line "A world unknown to thou" should be "A world unknown to thee".

All in all, another great write.

Best regards,

Rick

Posted 15 Years Ago


Has the feel, just a wee bit, of early Yeats. It's nicely constructed and the imagery--black rats bouncing up against Spring's "masquerade of colors"-- is varied and visual. A very strong piece of work.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really enjoyed this poem man.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Death has no eyes; Darkness no soul; Despair no heart; Damnation no mind

Very bleak but real. Raw, I mean

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It's pretty good.. I admit that I do like it. My mind isn't very open to praise right now though since I'm unwell. I'll tell you more 'bout it later.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I enjoyed it. not so much a story as free prose though. just a tech thing.
that said, this is the best work I've read of yours so far. got a good stretch of imagery and a rather unique ending message, very bleak. but more connecting for the readers than alot of work on here.
good work. I only wish it were longer.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

sucks.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 5 people found this review constructive.


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Randal Bright
Randal Bright

sylva, NC



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I am William Bowers (Pen name Randal Bright). I love music, and it is all I have in my life. I hear things, I see things, I feel things that I really can't explain, yet I can express them with any for.. more..

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