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I promised Ren to write a sonnet last weekend, which I didn’t get round to. So now I’ve cobbled one together (I hope), and have written it as an answer poem to her Thursday Poem from last week. My voice is till suffering from 95 minutes’ of shouting at a football match last weekend, and I’ve got a bit of a cold, but who cares? Listen if you dare.
The Oracle
Her curved talons break the skin of loves’ dreams
And scratch their blood from their useless wishes,
What had been their planned and mapped-out mad schemes
To make her the source of all their riches.
She swoops from darkness into light and stops
When deep-ripped flesh offers no resistance.
She hears their screams, their tearing tendons’ pops,
But does not listen. Her wings fan distance
From the bloodbath to her soft and safe place,
The nook where she cradles their dying souls
Until they live no more, and says their grace,
To guide them to the maze where god consoles.
Now she turns, her feathers soft and content,
Greets the first sun, in that light to repent.
R 12/04/2024 20:18
Stuck the ending! Thank you!