DEATH ON THE SOUTH BANK
by Peter Woodgate
An insignificant life on view
Amongst the laughter and the rain,
Just worthy of a glance, or two
To those, who stepped again and
again
Over that ebbing entity.
I looked at the slender limbs and
beak,
At widespread wings and pitiful
eyes,
An ignominious frame, so weak
And gazing upward at the skies
A plea, I thought, for freedom.
With gentle hands I carried it
From that place devoid of dignity
And placed it at a site more apt
Where none but I could see
Its release from this cruel, cruel
world.
© Copywrite Peter Woodgate
I enjoyed this Peter, and surprise it rhymes. Another excellent submission.
ReplyDeleteVery well crafted.
Such a poignant poem. It doesn't mention the bird but, to me, it brings a seagull to mind. Every life is precious and the loss of it should be always be mourned.
ReplyDeleteI love your poem about the bird even though It conjured up unpleasant images and feelings of sadness. It touches you on an emotional level, as it should.
ReplyDeleteShelley.