Disenchanted

Disenchanted

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(reflecting on a once revered place and memory)

"
shadows fall upon meadow grass
where once from atop a hill
sol burned on rolled bales of hay
.
august baked in noon blaze heat
replete with happiness was i, from
top knot hair to bare soles of feet
.
golden moments to remember
when black crows in random rows
became musical notes of song
.
how this valley sang of summer
from gentle slopes sweeping down
to where death's stain now lingers
.
fingers will forever point to where
a blade in winter flashed cold steel
plunged in anger into tender flesh
.
perpetrators all three doomed
young lives brewing in ruin and one
adolescent mourned in disbelief
.
      grief pervades our valley

© 2021 Chris Shaw


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I love so much of the language in this piece:

"when black crows in random rows"

"fingers will forever point to where
a blade in winter flashed cold steel
plunged in anger into tender flesh"

That being said, this is apparently referencing the murder of one child by three others. Such a tragedy for everyone concerned.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Thank you Linda. I appreciate your visit and your thoughts.

Chris



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I love so much of the language in this piece:

"when black crows in random rows"

"fingers will forever point to where
a blade in winter flashed cold steel
plunged in anger into tender flesh"

That being said, this is apparently referencing the murder of one child by three others. Such a tragedy for everyone concerned.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Thank you Linda. I appreciate your visit and your thoughts.

Chris
Oh, it is beauty that has been scarred for ever.

How tragic when a young life is taken in this way Chris ; i can't begin to imagine how his mother must feel about the place ... :(

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

It has cast a shadow on a once beautiful place. I have only been back once, to see a memorial tree i.. read more
Your poem beautifully captures the essence of both euphoria and heartache. The imagery of shadows falling on the meadow grass, the scorching heat of August, and the crows turning into musical notes transported me to that perfect setting. But as the write goes, it turns darker.
Why don't happy moments last longer? Why does the spirit of misfortune linger for good?
The contrast between the golden moments of joy and the tragic event that unfolded in the valley is incredibly impactful. It left me feeling a mix of serenity and sorrow.
Love it.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Thank you moog-drika. You picked up the contrasts here well. A beautiful place now tainted by darkne.. read more
A sad event indeed that caused the poet to reflect on the fragility of life and the smear of the place done in reality and place.
Very touching dear Chris.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Thank you Sami. It is a sad story indeed of the fragility of life. Ten minutes after leaving the saf.. read more
Sami Khalil

7 Months Ago

OMG! You are welcome Chris


certain things, whether they are beautiful and golden, or conversely, dreadful and dark tend to get lodged in our memory banks .. not everyone is able to recall them at will .. poets even when they may have languished over a particular word or aspect of their emerging work tend to have that special gift .. and here, I both sense and fear is an excellent example of such a recovery and subsequent sharing of fine art .. Neville


Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Neville. I can not yet walk there as I will have to pass the spot where a 14 year old died.. read more
Neville

1 Year Ago


blimey .. no bloomin wonder .. I guessed something like that may have inspired these words C.. read more
Death and nature seem to go hand in hand so using nature as a metaphor is so wonderful.
Yes life can be cruel..but it is up to us to find the opening to happiness.
Once again I really liked your in-depth poem Chris.
Have a lovely day,
Lisa

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Lisa. Hope all is good with you. So appreciate you stopping by.to read my efforts.
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interesting poem great write keep up the good work

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Jennifer. All the best.

Chris
I have been moving backwards in your poetry and for over week I only had access to like the last five or so. So forgive me for not returning favors for you. I’m not sure what happened but your list is back and now I have to find where I left off, not an easy task when you have pages of reviews so I may be reviewing more than once as I go along but I will try not to. As for this piece it is such an emotionally driven and strong piece of writing from you but such is life and death and it inspires us and it must be written. You do it with such grace that even the harshest of life is given beauty.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Aw, you sweetheart. You are so appreciated. Thanks for the encouragement ((Patricia)).

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Tears burn on my cheeks. Anger Sears my heart. How can such cruelty exist? Is there still hope, Chris?

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you MJS. Yes we live in a cruel world. Good to see you.

Chris
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Ada
Nice use of nature as metaphor to talk about death. Separation is never easy and your reader is reminded of that in this piece.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Many thanks Ada, pleased you enjoyed the read. All the best.

Chris

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