A Short Poem for Thursday -- Emporer, King, Vulture
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| Emperor of the Dawn Quincy Washington Used with Permission |
Emperor of the Dawn
Emperor of the Dawn home from battle
King of Night his playful name, plunders, maims
Come morning brings home his trophies and loot
Generous with his treasure skulls feathers coins
Boys girls men women love to share spoils' trove
Emperor of Dawn--hunt's beloved King
Close up during the night King's army feeds
Be it road kill or fowls' mad genocide
King of Night, ferocious hawk leads his flock
. . . . . [click on picture for larger view] [again for larger still]
"In the morning, the vultures, fourteen of them, came to eat the poor little deer that got run over by a car in the middle of the night. You can see it laying in the foreground. Their mother called a meeting before breakfast to divide up the parts of meat among her brood." http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2016/05/non-summer-birthday-school-party.html
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- Photo attribution to Quincy Washington, using the following link: https://www.instagram.com/albanusdesign/
- I am linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/08/art-flash-55.html
- Go to the link just above to read Kerry's introduction to Quincy Washington and his paintings. And for her instructions to us for our writing this.
- Including the title, this poem has 73 words. nine lines, and 90 syllables. Though short, 55 words is commonly used as standard for Flash Writing.
Labels: art, Artistic Interpretations, Birds, Historical Artists and Poets, Poem, Real Toads
posted by Jim @ 8/03/2019 10:57:00 PM
7 comments
7 Comments:
Atrocity galore. The sight of the people celebrating "his trophies" is a bit... chilling. All right, a lot chilling. LOL!
I like that your emperor is just returning from battle as mine is rising and preparing for it. He’s been very busy with all those trophies, the skulls and feathers, the remnants of his army’s feast of ‘road kill or fowls' mad genocide’. Great use of alliteration in the final line, Jim!
Thus nature takes care of its own! Thank you for participating, Jim.
I love that this poem recognizes that even butchers can have playful names.
You paint a scene of carnage and order in the same scene. A visceral poem.
Thanks for visiting Cath@Home and leaving a comment. I appreciate your views on replying to comments and decided the best way for me is to visit them back and leave a comment for them as I am doing here. Vultures are not the most appealing of birds but they do a great job cleaning up road kill and the like. I once came across a group of African vultures over the carcass of a sheep....unfortunately we had to catch a train and anyway I didn't have a camera with me. They were certainly big birds.
Gave me the chills!
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