Wednesday, September 22, 2010

From under the crumbling bridge

The night sluggishly pulls a slimy moon into the pitch
Bleeding out its pallid light on the dim city
And splashing its aura on the
Corners of buildings, the frail windows and the mirror-pools
In the street, dancing back into the icy breathless-air

A fog of exhale glimmers in the moon-blood
From under the crumbling bridge
Blackness heaped on blackness held back
By the weak arms of Luna

A cough echoes in the throat of the bridge
From the deep stomach of its distended belly
It groans with its digestion
While a one-eared cat walks by
- looking for smaller rats to tackle

Then, as if it opened a tiny shimmering eye,
An orange speck of light shines out from underneath
While the bridge’s uncooperative dinner
Wakes to a damp cigarette

13 comments:

  1. vivid capture of the bridge,
    you actually give life to it by application of

    throat, stomach, shimmering eye...

    super animated poem.
    Thanks for sharing.
    xxx

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  2. great visuals in this poem. the words really painted a picture in my mind. loved the ending with the damp cigarette. good job!

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  3. Whoa!! That was some vivid imagery!!! For some reason, I was taken to bridge in Austin (TX), which is supposedly said to home to the world's largest population of bats!!
    And then, reading the rest of the poem gave me some additional chills and goosebumps!!
    Very nicely written!!

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  4. "A fog of exhale glimmers in the moon-blood" - what gorgeous imagery!

    Loved this, Fyodor. It just puts me there in that dark glimmery place.

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  5. Thanks everyone! I just want to say that I read all your comments. If I don't reply to them individually it is because I'm trying to maintain some semblance of humility rather than glorifying each positive response I receive... but I do read them all and I do appreciate them all, so thank you.

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  6. You definitely have a gift with words and creating interesting imagery, Fyodor!

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  7. Wow, amazing poetry! Beautifully rendered work, rich with images and imagination. I love the beautiful photo on your header - very lovely. I see on your profile you're in eastern Canada - I'm in the west and at first I thought your photo was the west coast:)

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  8. Thanks for your compliments Sherry. I actually am from the west though I live in the east now.

    That photo was taken by me in Piper's Lagoon Park in Nanaimo, B.C. I still consider B.C. to be more my home than Ontario.
    Thanks for stopping by.

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  9. from poets untied.
    Glad to see you in.

    keep it up.

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  10. Fyodor,
    Lovely to meet you via Poets United.
    This is a lovely piece of writing, brimming with weirdness!

    Best wishes, Eileen

    I've added your blog, to follow!

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  11. Thanks a lot Eileen. I appreciate the complements.

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