Thanks to NEKNEERAJ, from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge. For NaPoWriMo Day 17, the prompt is:
“Today, I’d like you to challenge you to write a poem that similarly presents a scene from an unusual point of view. Perhaps you could write a poem that presents Sir Isaac Newton’s discovery from the perspective of the apple. Or the shootout at the OK Corral from the viewpoint of a passing vulture. Or maybe it could be something as everyday as a rainstorm, as experienced by a raindrop.”
Credit: Gabriel Isaak
Because you brought hope too,
I thought we were meant to meet.
Your foot prints deep diagonals in the sand,
Trails of hair caught in the winds thrall.
Eyes caramel touched by ebony,
Mirrored my eyes of coals marbled, my ravens plumage too.
Your locks dance, as my wings reach towards you.
You were my olive branch, but you stood there starring as if —
You were caught in the storm too,
Feet weighted to the ground, cement.
My claws didn’t indent your fine sweater — the wool could’ve snarled my talons.
Your lids flutter, strange, wide as if I’d surprised you.
And when I chirped, (squawked to some), you understood my peril,
The angst of having nothing left inside to fly.
Not to bleed and call forth the ocean’s tyrants.
For a while I stood, peered —
And on your arm, my ruffled feathers rested,
Your strange white-talons graze my head,
And my feathers are swept a moment by skin.
Maybe, you could understand a moment,
Survival without security.
Your eyes translated a kind of pain, our loss both,
Mine without a mate to soar, or the immortality of eggs;
Yours what? A loss I did not know except a need to rest,
For hours I stood shaking, your face nuzzled mine,
Any your limbs folded under, we slept soft on your coat.
Then, the slender sun lit,
You stretched one arm, head tilted,
Our eyes met, as you turned your other limb, and laughed ( ravens laugh too, you know),
I teetered awhile and the conversation clear, despite my peeps, your chatter in response.
Then, you turned, squelching footprints marked your trail from the sea.
So, I arose, and in dawns flight I left behind the blight before your presence;
I didn’t feel alone, I didn’t feel so lost,
I cawed once more.
Then, I drifted with gentle currents and thought,
We were both the better for our nights rest, our meeting.
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