Three days she lay in pain
Her back leg caught in a trap
Before the walker set her free
Bathed the wound and found a wrap
Laid her down to sleep
Next morning at the break of day
He found his friend had died
But not before delivering
Three kits lying at her side
The sun quivered on the hill
His tears shed upon her fur
Defused her body shape
As she changed the space to fill
A nearby church its bells were rung
As pure light she had become
And with winged energy arose to meet the
Rising Son
6 comments:
A beautiful metaphor full of hope coming from sadness. I particularly like the imagery at the end; of the dawn, and the wordplay 'Rising Son' - I felt that it was prompted by something that you had experienced out walking.
Again, it was a delight to hear this on Tuesday evening. It resonates with ne on several levels. Like Liz I love the last line. It resonates on a faith level, but also on a love of animals level and it also brings back memories of a dad who loved Easter and to whom people brought injured wildlife (including a rabbit) to be cared for. Perfect for Easter Sunday ☀️
Ps I just got the significance of the three days too... brilliant 😍
I felt sad. Well done
Your feeling of sadness comes through really well in the poem that is interspersed with feelings of hope.
Adam
Lots of beautiful emotive lines Fiona. It is a very sad but hopeful poem.
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