Monday, March 02, 2009

Pete's Dead

It
flies on blue
and green
wings
from the chair
to the couch.
I shoot
a wooden arrow
with a rubber
tip
and strike
it dead.
Eros
weeps,
as we bury it
in a red
and black
matchbox
in the brown yard
behind the white
house.

2 comments:

SarahA said...

The orginal had no ',with' and actually ended with fair. I was thinking it made more sense after reading her to put 'with' but could not on the next line because of the Acrostic. See?
S...
A...
R...
A...
H...
A...

Do you think leave the 'with' out all together?Does it still make sense?

I will come back to this Poem of yours and read her properly. Promise.

SarahA said...

I love all the colours you have incorprated within.The images you always seem to portray are striking in ones mind and 'Eros weeps' God of 'love'. Oh lovely, you.