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.
It is beautiful, Kim. I love owls and your poem makes the idea of pain bearable.
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Thanks, Jane. The owls at the bottom of our garden are so elusive. I hear them during the night but I haven’t caught even a glimpse this year. When we still had our dog, I used to walk him late at night and very early in the morning, and on several occasions I’d be walking down the lane to the river and an owl would come gliding towards me and over my head. Beautiful ghost birds!
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We used to get owls where we lived in the north of France. The garden was pretty small so when they perched in the neighbour’s yew trees we could see them quite clearly.
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Fabulous stuff! Very powerful and owlish. Pain and owls captured brilliantly.
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Thank you, Sarah!
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When we had our dairy farm when I was a child we had 4 owls on there I use to think they were couples cause they were always paired 2 at the barn and 2 down near the silo but anyway the barn owls were brown and the silo owls were white with black spots but we couldn’t close enough to them to see anything else about them…they were awesome…I have some photos of them back in Texas stuck in an old shoe box of things from the farm when I get back I will go through them to see if I can find the photos and post them. Thanks Kim for reminding me of a time I had forgotten. Have a good rest of the week.
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Great work Kim. I love owls!
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Thank you!
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best line “Pain twists like an owl’s head” genius …
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Thanks for reading!
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Thanks!
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Thank you!
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Wow Kim, this was powerful! Great imagery.
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Thanks Candy!
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