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Telegraph pole

Postby Saturn » Sun Nov 09, 2008 6:21 pm

Telegraph pole

I miss our old telegraph pole,
The once branchless tower
Strung with communication,
Proud in its great height.
That tall beacon perched
Among green tree-tops
Used to harbour birds.
Like shaggy depression-era
Hobos they half-slept erect
On the line, or as soldiers
Poised for new command.

After rainfall electricity was
Rife in the air, a low hum
Crackled and buzzed unlike
The neighbouring conifers.
Did they sense its power?
If they could, I never saw
Them sway with any fear.

Men came one warm day,
I still don't know why,
With their thick ropes,
Their saws and their tools'
And their noise and cries
To perform an execution.

A mossy stump yet remains
Where once a giant's foot
Was planted firm on grass.
Rain is no longer charged
With the pregnant cackle,
The air no current cuts,
And though birds still plant
Their claws on other trees,
They are no more my birds,
They occupy not my trees.
The magic has gone now.
No feathered soldiers hang
On the old telegraph pole.
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Re: Telegraph pole

Postby dks » Sun Nov 16, 2008 6:58 am

This is effing spectacular, Stephen...I love this--it's somewhat a departure for you--it's almost narrative-like rife with rich, enigmatic setting. Here's some lines that struck me particularly:

That tall beacon perched
Among green tree-tops
Used to harbour birds.
Like shaggy depression-era
Hobos they half-slept erect
On the line, or as soldiers
Poised for new command.

After rainfall electricity was
Rife in the air, a low hum
Crackled and buzzed unlike
The neighbouring conifers.
Did they sense its power?
If they could, I never saw
Them sway with any fear...

A mossy stump yet remains
Where once a giant's foot
Was planted firm on grass.
Rain is no longer charged
With the pregnant cackle,
The air no current cuts,
And though birds still plant
Their claws on other trees,
They are no more my birds,
They occupy not my trees.
The magic has gone now.
No feathered soldiers hang
On the old telegraph pole.


"Rain is no longer charged/With a pregnant cackle..." That's brilliant...this is superb verse...*hat goes off*
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Re: Telegraph pole

Postby Saturn » Sun Nov 16, 2008 3:08 pm

Yes Denise, it is a bit different for me I realise :mrgreen:

Thanks for your kind words.
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Re: Telegraph pole

Postby dks » Mon Nov 17, 2008 6:20 am

I don't think I made my point clear--this poem has inspired me all day...it truly is great work--your voice is masterfully layered underneath the events in the poem...that, my dear friend, is not easy to do...
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