Mad, Bad, Sad

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A one syllable word poem (  I hope).

The call of the wild
is like death in the night.
Bleak shots ring out
in the air full with howls
let loose like doves,
but it soaks them up,

for there is no peace
as those with warm blood
and soft eyes,
have their blood spilt on lush
blades that in sun’s light
are a pea green sea
of frills, which turn to black
laced sport ‘s barbs of dried kin
on torn rags –

grass is stiff from blood rage,
tears hide stains
on sods of red earth, damp
with the id’s
drip of sweat and hot shells
strewn – a young fawn’s
cry is mute.

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Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

8 thoughts on “Mad, Bad, Sad”

  1. Tough challenge, nicely navigated!
    for there is no peace
    as those with warm blood
    and soft eyes,
    have their blood spilt on lush
    blades that in sun’s light
    are a pea green sea – those lines spoke to me.

    The deer left alone I figured that symbolised the merciless nature…of nature. And there seemed to be some reference to shots, but I took that as predators in the foodchain.
    Always a good read, the ending sad but reality too.

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  2. Oh my..your poem is so truly tragic and beautiful at the same time. And the photo selection too, is so awesome and distressing. If only those so-called hunters could be hunted down like the innocents of nature. Truly, I think the world would be a better place without those cowardly fiends whom take pleasure in the death and so-called sport of hunting.

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