Eurpa Poets' Gazette No. 69, January 2010

Renewed
Hear the distant mower, awesome,
And grass trembles
in this living nightmare,
A blade-beat,
And green is severed, shredded,
To die slowly,
And when earth has fed, sufficient,
Skeletons are blown away
as so much dust,
Thunder echoes close and clean,
No mercy in this meadow,
And yet?
And yet above the stench and din,
A stem reaches for loving clouds,
Renewed.
© Michael Garrad November 2009







A Slaying
Watch the smoke on the blaze and hungry calls through the haze
Watch the eyes in the fire,
Burning hot, full of ire.
Watch the face melt away,
The price of living, the price to pay.
Hear the throng chant rejection,
To kill the beast grants protection.
Hear the roar, hear the throb of excitement running through the mob,
See the tears evaporate and touch the sky
Where family and friends sadly fly.
See the chain that keeps him down to slay a dragon
The fear of a town.
© Dripping Ink (Lauren Hay)