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Heaven-circling vultures searching for the dead
kettling high in the gall-grayed evening sky
grave-groping carrions
with a keen sense of smell.
They care not for the bell-voiced wood thrush
crooning in the arms of an ancient oak;
rather they hear the moon-blown wailing
of the grey wolf in mourning
near the remains of its pregnant mate.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: I took a dark turn with this prompt. Laura is our guest host and has asked us to write a poem with at least 4 of the word compounds she has chosen from Dylan Thomas’ work. They are:
BELL-VOICED CRADLE-PETALS DARK-VOWELLED DUST-TONGUED
FIRE-DWARFED GRAVE-GROPING HARE-HEELED HEAVEN-CIRCLING
LARK-HIGH MAP-BACKED MOON-BLOWN MUFFLE-TOED
OWL-LIGHT RINGED-SEA SCYTHE-EYED SHE-BIRD
TEAR-CULLED TIDE-LOOPED WATER-SPOKEN WHALE-WEED
dVerse Poets Pub: Tuesday Poetics Love the words
A gothic twist there Linda – great use of the word prompts and the contrast with the bell-voiced wood thrush is profound – especially love
” gall-grayed evening sky”
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Thank you kindly Laura.
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They are the sanitation supervisors in the food chain of life and death.
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Yes, they are. I have a lot of respect for them actually and the good they do.
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A dark turn, indeed, from start to finish. You surprised me with that dead pregnant wolf at the end. I find it interesting that I would not have been so nearly disturbed if the carrion had been a deer or other non-apex predator.
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That’s how I felt as well. It was hard to write it.
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Hyenas and coyotes are in the same carrion club. This was a throbbing good Gothic dip into darkness.
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Thank you Glenn.
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I admire the darkness of that grief and moon-blown wailing of your poem Linda. I specially like the use of “kettling” high (verbing example).
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Thank you Grace.
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wooooooooah. i did not see that ending coming. felt like an intro to a very interesting novel. beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Journey of the vulture and the mourning of wolf has given a distinct touch!I loved it!
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Thank you kindly.
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It’s deliciously dark, this poem, Linda! I love the ‘grave-groping carrions’ ‘kettling high in the gall-grayed evening sky’ and the contrast between the ‘bell-voiced wood thrush’ and the ’moon-blown wailing of the grey wolf’. Such a sad ending.
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Thank you so much Kim. The ending was hard for me to write.
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Dark suits you. You should write it more often. Well done, Linda!
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Thank you Dorinda!
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You’re welcome!
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Oh those fowls are awe inspiring… every piece of bone is a story in its own.
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Yes, indeed. Thank you Bjorn.
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Poignant and well constructed piece of writing.
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Thank you!
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I thought this was sad, rather than dark. Poor wolf.
I really liked the sounds in this, particularly: “kettling high in the gall-grayed evening sky”
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Thank you Merril. I know, I love wolves; all animals really.
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I do, too.
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Love the connected vowel sounds of this line Linda: “crooning in the arms of an ancient oak” fine piece! Dark in a wnderful way. Kettle is s great word! 🙂
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Thank you Rob.
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Poignant and haunting, Linda!
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Thank you Frank.
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My pleasure 😇
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