On a sunny day, with no clouds in sight,
the crowd was gathered, packed tight-
ly in the city's Central Square.
At one spot they all did stare …..,
…..at the stage, above the crowd's head,
where a man stood, dressed in a hood, red, ….
who, the year before, would have held an ax …..
poised to cleave a neck with one or two whacks,
………….but NOW the same red-hooded man held …
down a lever, causing a blade.....to be FELLED …..
……..upon the neck of ………..The Prisoner.
(January 21, 2017)
If a man raises his hand against another, the same will be meted out to him too! Yet when I think of guillotine, I feel it is so barbaric! Reading this poem I am reminded of another poem The Patriot by Robert Browning! But for the protagonist of Browning's poem, the punishment was undeserved.........! This poem is quite different from your usual type..... quite philosophical! However I love it!
It's amazing how the mind works, and in dealing with your lump you must have been thinking of ways to get rid of it, in the back of your mind, nicely penned ;) Annette
These are realities , but poems on such topics terrifies me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bri, This may be your best yet. There's stark imagery, but there are metaphorical interpretations that address issues about the human soul, the spirit. Doesn't necessarily say good things about us as beings, but great poetry doesn't have to be 'nice'. Really well done! Exceptional!