Donna Kendall and Nick Winkworth

Nick Winkworth

Inspiration Piece

 

Durus

He whispers – that the leopard still has spots

and the lion has its mane,

but the she-wolf can be found no more

among all who are the same.

 

Alone – that poet stands upon the precipice

of verse that plunged us all

past reefs of frozen currents

where all alike may dwell.

 

Obscured by unbelief, his shadow pines away

where night and day have all but gone.

In the city that no longer weeps

lie the cold-sober shades of self-pardon.

 

Yet, his song still haunts our foolish games

while fog enshrouds the wrong

and pop-lit fantasies

have tainted epic songs.

 

Scheming hunters and their gatherers

have grown eyes instead of hands

and hearts which reached for others

withdrew within again.

 

Yet he whispers – that the leopard still has spots

and the lion has its mane,

but the she-wolf can be found no more

among all who are the same.

Donna Kendall

Response

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One Comment

  1. Posted September 7, 2013 at 4:06 pm | #

    Great poem! You really created something epic here!