If

IF

 

With a light shrug she said:

 

If a long golden line

Woven as thin as thought

Stretches between the planets

Will you swing there?

 

If in a long-drowned mine

Red-black beast wakes and shifts

Tearing the surface calm

Will you fight it?

 

If opening your hands

Emerald bird alights

Throbbing with intense life

Will you stroke it?

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3 Comments

  1. teenylove

     /  November 16, 2011

    I really like this. The first two stanzas are brilliant. Now that’s poetry!

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    • Thanks, T. I suppose the red-black beast is Fascism as well as maybe suggesting other things. “The bacillus never dies” – Camus, La Peste (The Plague).

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  2. and I loved the last stanza. The imagery works!

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