In Serenity's Village
the clock strikes three hundred years
and the girl in the room returns to the
world.
So does the boy in the study,
who doesn't even blink.
The boyfriend's smile, left the same
exact three centuries ago,
completes its downward frown.
the trapped, enduring whimper of a young girl returns,
and the fly, arrested mid-plunge
above the chocolate pie,
fulfills its abiding mission
and dives into the sweet, black glaze.
As a child I had a book
with a picture of that scene.
I was too young to notice
how fear persists, and how
the anger that causes fear persists,
that its trajectory can't be changed
or broken, only interrupted.
My attention was on the fly;
that this slight body
with its transparent wings
and lifespan of one human day
still craved its particular share
of sweetness, a century later.
A contest entry
- Immortality... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended July 23, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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The impressive and true story of life is weaved with a depth as well...Thank you so much for entering my contest..
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Very very good! you have a way with words my girl. you are great with poetry and i thank you for sharing your piece! i loved how you ended it and how you made it feel real! great job
Alli
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