SOUNDS.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Sounds.


On nights like these when coal fires burn,
painting with soot city's cold air,
I hear the owl from my easy chair
and imagine talons sheathed in thick fur.


Not thru' countryside haunts he screams
but hunts now in crumbling walls
where once stood candelabra-lit halls
full of silk-clad dancers under oak beams.


On evenings like this hungry he swoops
in eyed chance and wings collapsed
plucks from old hearths mesmerized rats
as dust again settles in castle's half-rooms.


From neon's lit roadways an owl sounds
doom's omen for now ruined houses.

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 5th, 2019 02:10
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  • orchidee

    Good write Fay.

    • Fay Slimm.

      My sincere thanks dear Orchi for your visit and read.

    • Suresh

      Lays in ruin, what man once kept
      Playground for nature, what he left

      Enjoyed it Fay

      • Fay Slimm.

        Love your rhyming comment - - - - thank you for the interesting in-put Suresh.

      • Neville

        Cor... or should one say hoot, on occasions such as this.... How atmospheric can ya get.... I love the way you describe the owls new hunting ground on this particular night, I was not expecting that.. I close my eyes and can see those silk clad dancers, in candelabra light...... The owls around my neck of the woods are particularly vocal at the moment.. lovely..... Neville

        • Fay Slimm.

          That's what I hoped would be seen - I wrote in those long gone silk-clad dancers to add magic to the dust of reality - -- so pleased you hear owls close by your home Nev. - they are a very special bird.

          • Neville

            My pleasure and true my friend....

          • Michael Edwards

            An absolutely wonderful descriptive piece - a real top read.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Oh - thank you a lot for this place of honour in your love of description dear Michael - - much valued indeed.

            • Poetic Dan

              Owl—standingly done I must say!
              Thank you so much you're magical Fay!

              • Fay Slimm.

                Bless you for being so kind in your comments dear Dan - glad you liked the read .

              • dusk arising

                Yes those beauties hunt easily over our lit up motorways etc nowadays.

                Oh to be rural tho and allowed the luxury of burning coal again.

                One wonders if, back at home, Mrs Rat is thinking "where's my Fred gotten too. He should have been home hours ago".
                If one of ours was plucked from above in the night we would miss them for a lifetime but.... does Mrs Rat miss Fred in the same way?

                A real 'Hoot' of writing from you today Fay.

                • Fay Slimm.

                  Love the imagined sequel to the owl poem D.A. - - can feel for Mrs. Rat now.......... thank you for the amusing comment and so pleased you enjoyed the read.

                • Laura🌻

                  My Dear Fay,

                  Reading your super write reminded me of the last time I saw an owl. It was at the Healesville Sanctuary in Australia! An experience of a lifetime!

                  ~Laura~
                  🦉

                  • Fay Slimm.

                    Yes dear Laura to be up close and allowed to stroke a big owl is something we never forget - did it once in a rescue centre near here in Cornwall U.K. - - so pleased the read brought back exciting memories for you .

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Good write about wonderful birds Fay.

                    • Fay Slimm.

                      Yes they are a wonderful bird Goldy and often just heard rather than seen -- thanks so much for your visit and comment my friend.

                    • ANGELA & BRIAN

                      THANKS FAY ~ Love BARNOWLS a Friend raised one from a BABY and we could aobersve it close up ! In the Winter lots of Country Creatures move into Towns for Food & Shelter (Foxes ~ Birds ~ Rodents etc !). Love Vs 2 & 3 ~ He haunts a deserted Baronial Hall and gets a MOUSE takeaway ! Owls are always a bit spooky and verse 4 reflects that ~ Im glad |J K Rowling introduced an Owl into H Potter !
                      This Poem is a perfect 4 4 4 2 Sonnet ~ Perfect Mode for the Message !
                      Love ~ Joy & Peace
                      BRIAN & ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡

                    • Kurt Philip Behm

                      Great imagery, Fay.



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