Realities Poem by Richard George
Realities
There was no church that windy night the bell tolled.
And what sheep crowd the road
in a roseate mist of solstice vesper?
Was Death tramp Abdullah's
tap-stick and homburg
down the telegraph poles to Chiltern Green?
A Tristar? Transparent.
A plastic bag? No waft
in the breeze. Unidentified.
The sceptic, with her fine canine
face, aims her crossbow. Four times
she lets fly, accurate as Cupid.
There is no church.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/25/2024 3:55:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Interesting Poem about an UFO visit (or saying some strange things are very real) . Liked S3 and S4. Bell in S1 was a little movie like for me- like the BGM of a horror movie. And What bell? How and Why does that Bell Toll? I dont see a relation between an UFO/Alien and some bell tolling somewhere.The question in S1 is not an impossible event(i.e UFO like) for Why cannot the sheep crowd the road in an 'August dusk's rosaniline'? As far as I know, Anytime they will crowd the road if they are left free.. or if some shepherd takes them there..The question in S2 is also not an impossible event(i.e UFO like) . Tramp Abdulla could be just an Ordinary Shepherd(human) ...No reason in the verses to for it to be alien. Very interesting though. Thank you.