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The Doves

A dove
with bomb
tied tight
to wing
in flight.
Circles
over
projects of brick
and lack.
A Stran-
ger, peace
on streets
of win-
ter night.
One child
alone
hides from
implod-
ing black.

It’s sad
this traitor, Peace,
a hunter trained;
Borne from
old wombs
of greed
and a-
ged wine.
Would hunt to spill its mother’s breast
for gain;
And kill
its twin
before
she lives
her life.

But scream so loud Heaven will shake and wake
and scream again so Hell knows well you’re there
and rend your clothes and stand naked and wait
and see and hear if angels trumpets blare.

A lightning bolt
will burn the dove
to dust.
And traitor, Peace,
will drown
in tears
and rust.

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18 thoughts on “The Doves

  1. Would hunt to spill its mother’s breast
    for gain…what a sad line…and how many would do just that you know…what a world…love it when you kick this up a notch with…But scream so loud Heaven will shake and wake
    and scream again so Hell knows well you’re there
    and rend your clothes and stand naked and wait
    and see and hear if angels trumpets blare.

  2. So powerful and touching. I could hear French in it… “brique” for brick, and “lac” for lack (it means “lake”). And nice work with the cuts within words & hyphens!

  3. all time oldes says:

    Oh this is marvellous poetry … I could feel every word deep within … absolutely sterling write. Pam

  4. Like how you stood the symbols on their ends. Burning doves extinguished, as peace leaks and rusts; the sheep fill the piazzas, and the clocks click, tick with bells and booms as the carved figures dance in and out of sliding doors. The tutti blow gilded gabriel horns and the breeze knits jumpers from the floating wool. So great, the images are louder than the golden cymbals!

  5. This comes across as pure emotion. You really came alive with the stanza:

    But scream so loud Heaven will shake and wake
    and scream again so Hell knows well you’re there
    and rend your clothes and stand naked and wait
    and see and hear if angels trumpets blare.

    I don’t know if it’s because I have difficulty following the thread with ultra-short lines, but your long-line stanza absolutely blew me away.

  6. ladynyo says:

    You turned the sonnet form on its head and what you came up with….in words, message and form…..is riveting.

    I truly liked this….The top stanza made me read so carefully, and this is good because sometimes we rush through poetry and lose something important…

    In fact, the ‘rhythm’ by doing this….word upon word….reminded me of the way doves/pigeons walk….

    Very well done, Henry….I think you nailed what Sam was talking about.

    Outside the box.

    Lady Nyo

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