Unbalanced
carts spilled sun ripe fruit
on
the dust strewn road
splitting
colours, splashing seed
to
meet the market dawn.
Spindly
children tried to run
alongside
heavy traps
some
were strong and long of limb
and
barely caught their breath.
Bicycles
too, took their own road
and
weaved their wheels about
the
death they cheated,
although
in jest, made
villagers
shout out loud.
The
noise grew low
for
something strong
had
taken up this path
a
silver grey bull elephant
was
on this very route!
Without
a sound
the
track was cleared
of
children, wheels and fruit
whilst 'mister majestic' walked
~
in no par-tic-u-lar hurry ~
Without
a backward glance.
Copyright Suzy R 2012
This poem was inspired by the artwork of Borg de Nobel, browse her wonderous artwork here: http://borgeous.wordpress.com courtesy of the ever innovative dVerse Poets crew: http://dversepoets.com/
Stunning ending to this poem. So much happens 'without a backward glance.'
ReplyDeletethere is a certain arrogance as well as beauty in majesty isn't there?!
DeleteOh, yeah, nothing like a bull elephant bearing down on you to clear the road...I know the painting you chose for your inspiration. Very good...
ReplyDeletethank you my sweet, I'm glad you could identify the painting from my words..
DeleteWhat a twist in the ending...I have seen crowded streets like these, full of people and sounds assaulting your ears ~ Enjoyed the share ~
ReplyDeleteHeaven, I'm pleased this rang true, I haven't been far afield but hope to in the future..:)
Deletewow really nice imagery...and what an intriguing scene as well...so easy to see....and ha, wondering a bit about mr majestic
ReplyDeletenice! i like the whole feel of this...what an event when there suddenly is an elephant on the street...ha...'mister majestic' - no wonder that he walked ~ in no par-tic-u-lar hurry ~ he was king of the highway for sure...
ReplyDeleteHi Claudia, yes, this king really does 'rule the road'
DeleteBicylces too, took their own road
ReplyDeleteand weaved their wheels about
the death they cheated,
AND
Without a backward glance.
Great story set in a dusty scenario
thanks Dulce )
DeleteSomehow you convey timelessness in one moment. The setting could be anytime, anywhere in the world. Upon first reading I thought "Oh what cheery lackadaisical imagery and ambiance." On the second read-through I can imagine a darker more turmoil-y story. I want to know more about this town and these people, this day.
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