In the silver silent dead
Of a lethargic night,
Pain is an owl caught in a dazzling headlight,
Whose glaring eyes of red
Steer gliding flight on white wing
Towards the cold metallic glimmer of morning.
Pain twists like an owl’s head,
Grips with talons of crushing power,
Tears with the sharpness of a beak like a scissor.
When the moon-faced owl has fled
And the agonising soundless howl diminished,
Only then is it certain that the suffering has finished.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
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My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge #49: Painful silence
Jane has asked us to write a poem of at least three stanzas of three lines each using the rhyme scheme: abb acc add aee. The challenge is to write a poem about silence and pain, physical and emotional. We’ve all suffered pain of one sort or another and it could be a productive exercise to channel the emotions generated by pain into a poem and create something beautiful from it.