Doom's Omen.
On nights like these when home-fires burn,
tainting with soot city-fused air,
I hear an owl from my lounge chair
and imagine talons sheathed but prepared.
Thru' hedgerow haunts he no longer screams
but hunts now in crumbling walls
where once stood candelabra-lit halls
with satin-clad dancers below oaken beams.
On evenings like this a hungry owl swoops
after eyeing chance, wings collapse,
to pluck from hearths mesmerized rats
as dust again settles in castle's half-rooms.
From neon-bright roads an owl cry sounds
like doom's omen to over-coveted houses.
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Fay Slimm. (
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You've caught in poetic form the image I have of owls buried in my mind, Fay.
Pleased to know those owls in your mind Dave came alive for a moment rr two while reading Doom's Omen.
'but hunts now in crumbling walls
where once stood candelabra-lit halls'
how we aspire to perfect that mansion
knowing, inevitably it will eventually
become just another decrepit ruin
of once immovable ambition
Time-wilted into yet another
Nature reclaimed hunting grounds
for those winged masters
to once more, reign supreme!
(how I missed your Genius, dear Fay
thank you!)
Your comment adds a whole new view of why it is futile to think bricks and stones will not tumble in time to let nature in while owls and the like take over. Thank you dear friend for the thought you put into your reading and reviewing.
God write Fay.
Bles you Orchi - I think you meant to type Good for the write
Yes lol - good!
Of mice and owls, a likely pair; one eats the other reproduces.
Ha - - so they do Rik - and when walls fall to ruin mice and owls, come winte,r know where to go for a bit of warm cover.
and they do it all on silent velvet wings ... masters of night sky .. a splendid capture if ever there was .. x
Ah yes. - - owls are so beautifully feathered and don't they just silently wing toward food in relics like ruin - -- - so glad you enjoyed the read dear Nev............x
This almost reads like a bedtime story for me. The imagery enhances beautifully the transient nature of what we covet, the owl being the constant. Loved it!
I searched quite a while for the right image and so pleased you think it enhances the verse. Bless you dear Bella for stopping by and giving your views of what and what not to covet.
Wonderful words Fay, owls are magnificent birds and I have seen many of the UK varieties in the wild.
Andy
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