Azrael
In hushed and reverent tones
we watched the daylight fade
until it winked out
in a final spark of twilight.
Heads bowed
we felt them slip away
all their bright energy
dissipating in the growing gloom.
Tears then
corroding and eating
at our souls
until there were
no more
saline teeth
chewing at
our memories.
A calm settled
as we felt grey wings unfurl
enclosing all
within their feathered arc
sweeping them up
to where there is no pain
to where archangels
dance with the innocent.
9/11 terrorism twin towers slaughter of the innocents angel of death azrael remembrance
Ian,
The picture and the poem together powerful.
The poem would also stand on its own with a suitable sub-title.
(Often I feel that a picture `overpowers` the poem
but this would `work` with any apt picture)
<Deleted User> (9882)
Fri 3rd May 2013 13:00
great piece Ian.x
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<Deleted User> (6315)
Tue 7th May 2013 00:41
Really good Ian..and as Harry says (and he knows yer know!) the twinning of the picture and poem make a powerful impression..
enjoyed the view you painted here :)