Can I change
from man to beast
in a breath?
From sweet
gentleness of the dove,
to the cold
brutal death of the shrike?

In a moment of wonder
at the angel’s breath of your touch
I tuck my head to your breast,
moan, and feel you comfort me
in soft gossamer.

And yet.

At the simple
mention of a name,
his name,
I shed my softness
for the hard dark quills of the raptor.
Gone is the soft loving whisper
reserved for my angel.
My voice, now a blood-chilling scream
sends shivers down your spine.

My talons,
carved curved alabaster,
transform my touch
from baby-soft to death.

I am your dove,
touch me softly and feel my warmth.

I am the raptor,
fast and furious;
when I hear you
speak his name.
My blood is green,
my vision red
darkness is my shadow,
and I am death.

Of Doves and Raptors Contributed by Snakewriter on Saturday, 12th July 2003 @ 11:35:00 PM in AEST Topic: AngryPoetry Can I change from man to beast in a breath? From sweet gentleness of the dove, to the cold brutal death of the shrike? In a moment of wonder at the angel’s breath of your touch I tuck my head to your breast, moan, and feel you comfort me in soft gossamer. And yet. At the simple mention of a name, his name, I shed my softness for the hard dark quills of the raptor. Gone is the soft loving whisper reserved for my angel. My voice, now a blood-chilling scream sends shivers down your spine. My talons, carved curved alabaster, transform my touch from baby-soft to death. I am your dove, touch me softly and feel my warmth. I am the raptor, fast and furious; when I hear you speak his name. My blood is green, my vision red darkness is my shadow, and I am death. Copyright © Snakewriter ... [ 2003-07-12 23:35:00] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem