heron’s haunts

crickets ‘n crawdads sing off-key
in surreal dream left condemned
on river surrounded by marshland
of carolina’s backwaters…look away
like empty windows that stare coldly
as lonely boat cradles dead body in
hull…cut memory loose, let it drift
through mind’s dark tunnel beyond
plaster and bricks’ clayed dilapidation

Written in response to d’verse ekphrastic prompt featuring art by Lee Madgwick. The previous evening, I’d watched the film, “Where Crawdads Sing,”based on book by same title.

9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Sep 15, 2022 @ 13:40:29

    It sounds so dark… like being lost in a marshland.


  2. sarahsouthwest
    Sep 15, 2022 @ 00:54:08

    I haven’t seen the film or read the book either! I don’t think it matters in the reading of the poem – your poem conjures up something dark, perhaps with the chance of escape?


  3. msjadeli
    Sep 14, 2022 @ 20:51:53

    haven’t read the book or seen the movie but it feels like betrayal and abandonment


  4. rothpoetry
    Sep 14, 2022 @ 20:42:53

    You captured that haunting feeling of emptiness and uncertainty!


  5. Grace
    Sep 14, 2022 @ 20:03:39

    A dark surreal dream in mind’s dark tunnel. A haunting emptiness is vividly sketched.


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