This is a second response poem to a poem written by Franzad… here . To see other poetry I’ve done based on inspiration from poems, comments, paintings, photos and music, do a search on my blog for “Inspired by”
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Our new tide
The chill I’d feel if still alive
Swirls round the cottage
Squeezing,
Its grip ever tightening
Round the heart within
Blood drips down from squawking beaks
To bury itself in the dirt
Under silent, shuffling feet
Tis our turn now to dance the night
Ship wrecked
Off course
Northward bound
Left to huddle round this cottage
Wanting in, bodies thin
As we kick stones beside the window sill
Fighting men
Left to bang swords on shields
Stomp feet on ground
Rustling up the meekest of sounds
Inside one lies wide-eyed
Hidden under the covers
Wondering, waiting
Tucked in with fear as we near
Once again I hear the call
Our chief’s battle cry
Rallying us on high, the call to fight
Our nonexistent blood boils
As we swirl up
Swarm above the cottage
Old habits pulling, guiding us
Circling, we build our fervor
Swords and shields clang
Sounds drift down
Heat rises
Chill’s fingers work the cracks and crevices
Pathways to the heart
We start
Rain begins to fall
Each, in our turn
Grabs the rain to ride it down
Freezing it as we go
Assaulting the cottage
Pounding it with ice
Our swords guiding the wind
As we ride our new tide
Stephen Kellogg – 2012
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