Repellent

Instant repel....

    Crows nipping butterfly wings

treacherous, leacherous bandit

defiled ravine of poppies

            wake up and smell the roses

darkest hours come pre-dawning 

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

This is one of those that could mean so much to so many. Evil consuming beauty. Nature red in tooth and claw. Opposites attract but maybe not for the right reasons. Your ways of fitting such complexity into minimalist but beautiful poetry astounds me.

[Frieda P]

I'm astounded by your words Ken, you humble me, and also made my day, thanks so much....

[kublakhan27]

Unequivocally blown away by the crow/butterfly image...you certainly have a gift for saying much in a short piece Mrs.R...you're a mistress of quality over quantity...love this one ;)

[Frieda P]

That's odd Benji I'm usually rambling, thanks so much hon :-)

[kublakhan27]

I've never considered you a rambler, I'm actually surprised to hear you say that ;P Your stuff is always incredibly concise without being over long...you have a incredible feel for when a poem should end...always a pleasure reading your work Mrs.R :)

[TL Boehm]

deep. Crows nipping butterfly wings. ouch. there is a brutality in that image that is especially strong.

[Frieda P]

Thanks TL, glad you picked up on that....

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Lovely punchy and direct. Good depiction of distain in a few lines.

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille John.

[Mark]

Crows like shiny things. Butterflies look nice but taste funny. Poppies... defiled... and smelling roses. Waking in the dark is sort of special as it is.

[Frieda P]

Lol I know some people that like shiny things too, thanks Mark.

[Ravyne Hawke]

Dark and foreboding.. the image of the crow, the trickster.. the butterfly as innocence.. innocence being tricked and shredded. The bandit defiling poppies.. another innocence destroyed. The roses.. love forbidden by pre-dawn shadows. This is an amazing poem, Frieda.. so much imagery and symbolism.

[Frieda P]

Love your insightful review Lori, thanks so much.

[Ravyne Hawke]

you are most welcome, Frieda.. it is a very insightful poem.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Damn crows!... they better leave my butterfly alone!
She spreads only beauty and love, who in the world would want to tear her wings?
This is a dark and dramatic depiction, cleverly written. Well penned, Friedalicious! ~xoxo~

[Frieda P]

Ha yes damn those crows, I don't know, some crows are just like that Robbie, thanks love! xo

[Rita L. Sev]

Ominous and dark in imagery - crows nipping butterfly wings - the violent taking of innocence...
and the foreboding that more is to come... this one is intense, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Rita, so jazzed you like it.

[Jack...]

The darkness is all encompassing in this write sweet Frieda. Shadows do emerge in the pre-dawn hours to snatch away dreams when we least expect it. Torn and tattered butterfy wings are all that remain when the corw grins a crooked grin. You are an amazing poet, you cast your thoughts in a way that keeps us guessing while always knowing the exact meaning. Your heart is deep and open, it breathes in life and beauty but it too can be nipped at only so much. Very nice my friend.

[Frieda P]

Those crooked smiles will get you every time, thanks so much Jack.

[Vikrantsingh]

Captured So well I can feel this inside me Frieda :)
Its so well narrated and described. As always I'm your fan/AC/Cooler Etc .. :P
But yes this one just left me speechless.

Amazing poem dear :)
Cheers!
Singh :)

[Frieda P]

Ha your reviews always make me smile Singh, thanks so much :-)

[Vikrantsingh]

You're Welcome Dear :)

[SyberRose]

yes you always have to watch out for those crows don't you...especially liked the last two lines Frieda:)

[Frieda P]

Sure do, they snake up on you when you least expect it, I meant sneak ;-)