Alternate reality

by - Mr. Darcy   Sep 23, 2017

Orange bleeds to dreary inky dusk . . .

I haul leaded legs over a hill,
to a vision so familiar, yet strange;
like a photo of shops – altered. . .

somehow -

The marrow is there in my sight,
but it’s the flesh that don’t smell right.


It seems secure, so why do I sense
a sudden pain, like a driving blade,
sharp and cruel, deep within me?


Rain pours, drowning my motion
and with it, my meadow memories.
Change was inevitable, wasn't it?

SLAP! A branch greets my face:

Welcome to the swamp –
undoubtedly, full of rich, complex life,
of that, I’m sure!?

© 2017 - Mr. Darcy


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  • 1 week ago

    by Mark

    Wonderful imagery and a creative ending. A pleasure to read a seasoned poet at play.

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Ben Pickard


  • 3 weeks ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Thanks, Brenda.

    I'm not even sure exactly what was the specific inspiration. Lol


  • 3 weeks ago

    by Brenda

    Michael, love this and I have missed your writes! I read some of your comments on this and I decided I would throw my thoughts in too. I saw this as your move to your new home, it's familiar but it's not. Some days I'm sure you felt you were miring about in a swamp. House renovations can be daunting, moving can be daunting, change can be daunting...I would think there is more than one day you feel like you entered the twilight zone-

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    It feels good to read your poems and welcome back to the si te. You mention a cat, cats don't like changes and they sure don't like to relocate. I like the parte a branch is hitting your face. Often in life We are getting slapped in the face that can make us feel speechless. Welcome to the swamp now that is a good one. Please don't go under. All the very best.

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