Treasure Island

Kevin Patrick

(Taurus / Ontario)


Last night I saw one parked on the speck of turf
On the edge of the lane and arrow-wood undergrowth
Its fat ears shot out, hoisted and dangling
Radar intuition like a pair of wizard cap ice-cream cones

And it stood in my eye line
for a sketch of a minute
As if caught in the middle
of political defection
Frozen in silence
Like an embarrassed exhibit
Piercing thick lenses
Of two ebony suns
Perched on the cloak
Of a strawberry face
Captured In the shape
of a fishhook heart

Then suddenly he burst
Into a matchstick blur
Of hightailing footprints
In hazelnut snow
That sparkled in the jet lash
Of Cotton ball tail
That tickled and swindled
Into a majestic afterglow
Passing as a memory
Of this gallant rouge

Only shelter, food and protection are his born plight
How wise of him too stay out of Maslow's cruel brew
Cute as a gemstone cut out of nature's sweet cloth
While I stand contemplating how he'd make a fine stew

Submitted: Thursday, June 12, 2014
Edited: Friday, June 13, 2014

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  • Ed Nigma (7/6/2014 6:52:00 PM)

    Great poem takes you on a fantastic visual journey! I also like the idea that even in all of your appreciation of the moment in the end you are thinking of eating it which changes not quite the flow of imagery but gives is a very different feel at the end. Like a tiger sitting and watching it's prey in all its motions waiting for a chance to pounce upon it for a meal to eat. Reminds me of a song I heart called disgustapated and love the title constipated with disgust anyways, The premise of the song is life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life and that this is necessary. All of those veggie lovers that shun meat eaters should think about the cries of the carrots the next time they eat a salad and condemn one for eating a burger. All life is sacred and all life has a consciousness just not all are on the same levels. Funny thing about that is. If we didn't kill any of the animals to eat or use for different reasons. Our world would have many years ago been overrun with them and we would become the extinct creatures hunted. Anyways very nice poem I enjoyed this one quite a bit! Allan Gerard~ (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (7/1/2014 2:30:00 PM)

    ...........enjoyed this wonderful know only days ago, maybe a week or so, there was a small bunny hopping across a parking lot, as fast as he could go....this is the second time I saw him all alone.....I suppose he left home early to conquer the world....loved reading this one and loved the theme of this poem also... (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan (6/21/2014 10:10:00 AM)

    A beautiful snapshot of a rabbit, 'frozen in silence', as if ' caught in the middle of political defection'. Nice depiction.
    I am afraid, the last line is rather too harsh, and out of place. (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (6/15/2014 3:46:00 AM)

    Spot on! and we might deduce from the last line that your hierarchy of needs are not so different from the rabbit's after all. (Report) Reply

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