You talked of avatars
conjured by me
sea creature; mermaid; butterfly, gazelle
dragonflies dancing
on Scottish dawns.
The birds you spied along the shore
grew smaller and fainter
with your failing eyesight,
til even binoculars could not restore
their plumage.
You felt the call of your kinsmen all.
Described their images
circling
as the terns that soared
along the Spey.
That last time
we parted company,
the only creatures, silent witness,
were a solitary heron
grounded, watchful
and a mournful dolphin,
rising up
out of the bay.
About the Author
On Avatars: “Enchantment, fragility; transcendence.”
Avatars is one of the many amazing submissions we have received so far for the third edition of the literary collection The Machinery. You can read the submission guidelines here.
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I enjoyed your poem.
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Thank you Forrice 🙂
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The birds growing smaller and fainter, with your failing eyesight.
The marriage of your words is complete even though the heron/swan/stork/pigeon is not necessarily a resident of Speyside. Who cares eh? Love it. Inspiring actually.
RR
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Thank you Rivenrod,
The heron does reside at Speyside, though as you rightly say, ‘who cares’ 🙂 Symbols, metaphors… So happy you enjoyed the poem!
Anna
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Amazingly written, a beautiful poem by an incredibly talented woman!
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Excellent poem. Thank you for the follow and it’s good to meet you.
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Thank you Eugenia, you too 🙂
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