Disenchanted

Disenchanted

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

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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 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

8 Months Ago

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

Chris



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A sadness is found here. I can kinda relate. I had a place filled with memories of long ago and one day the house was burned down due to illegal sttff. (we moved years before._
You wrote a meaningful poem.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you for your visit Melinda and for sharing. All the best.

Chris
Melinda McQueen

2 Years Ago

You're welcome, Chris.
Sounds like you're reminiscing over places over and times long past. It is often very sad to see the changes that have been wrought. It's interesting that memory allows us if we wish, to remember the goodness of those times and places.
Praying that all is well with you and yours - Dave

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Dave. It wasn't that long ago that our valley was a delight. Earlier this year teenagers w.. read more
Dave

2 Years Ago

It is a shame that our fondest memories can so often be ruined by such senseless tragedies.
T.. read more
Good poem that makes one nostalgic.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you for the review Abdul. Your thoughts appreciated.

Chris
Death seemed to swoop in like a storm rolling into this lovely valley .. what inspired it?

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Tina. I think you now have the answer. So sad at what happened here.


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This makes me think of a tragic death that has come way too soon. The imagery is vivid and clear of the surroundings when one is reflecting on an event that has forever haunted memories

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you for your insightful review PB. I appreciate your thoughts.

Chris
Poetic Beauty

2 Years Ago

You are welcome
The poem gives a clear image of the memory. I like how the month of August is being represented. Being one of the hottest months it shows the end of the summer but also the desire of it not wanting to end and to make a replay.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you intothemilkyway for leaving your thoughts. Pleased you called on my page.

C.. read more
Read like a period movie, moving and delicious. I like the use of the language, and the building angst, and finally the last line that brings everything together. Wonderful writing.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Many thanks Crowley. Pleased it read like a movie, I try hard to build up pictures. Appreciate you .. read more
Oh my how green your valley must
have been indeed; once singing of summer.
and all that is good and well until the cold
steel blade of doom and
gloom plunges into flesh bringing
much to be disenchanted about..
great descriptives form this well penned poem..nice work Chris



Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Yes indeed my valley was green and that's how I prefer to remember it. Beautiful place to walk, and.. read more
  Fran Marie

2 Years Ago

As you should
you're welcome dear Chris
"when black crows in random rows
became musical notes of song"
This is such a beautifully rendered image within this sorrow filled poem. Incredible work Chris. It leaves the reader pondering the places they are familiar with that hold such sadness as well.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Carlos. My special place was the scene of unspeakable violence in January. A 13 year old b.. read more
I don't know what happened there, but I think of all the valleys and places of beauty that are marred with the stain of death and injustice. You beautifully contrasted the lovely memories of the valley with the grief that was enacted upon it. It makes me think of a book I just read: Sycamore Row by John Grisham

Posted 2 Years Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you dear Shelley. Teenage knife crime. A 13 year old boy died at the hands of others his age. .. read more

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Berkshire, United Kingdom



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