Treasure Island

Doug Blair

(April 6,1951 / London, Ontario, Canada)

Monarch's Pride


The dust twirled up
Beside the acacia
As sun announced
In crimson audacity
A new measure.
Bellowings and snarlings
Of blackness subdued
By its fresh surveillance.

He rose and stretched.
Not wanting to remember
The challenge.
First from the presumptuous
And then from the primed.
Womenfolk waiting the outcome.
Courtier beasts and birds curious.
As monarchy topples.

Joints all afire.
Rippings to neck and haunch
Discoloured, throbbing.
And no society.
No mother's milk.
No sibling's lunge.
No maiden's heat.
Just so... sad exile registers.

Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013
Edited: Saturday, April 27, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Monarch's Pride by Doug Blair )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Random, Kasey Jessie
  2. The poet Is Tired, Tony Adah
  3. Making Up!, Denis Martindale
  4. I Will Never Be You, Katy Rotundo
  5. True Love, Michael McParland
  6. The Thief, Tony Adah
  7. She Tore The Page With The Rose On It, mary douglas
  8. Lost Saints Wandered Through Forests Of .., mary douglas
  9. He's God Not A Waster., tolu ogundare
  10. At the touch of love...., Issah Osumanu

Poem of the Day

poet Helen Hunt Jackson

The month of carnival of all the year,
When Nature lets the wild earth go its way,
And spend whole seasons on a single day.
The spring-time holds her white and purple dear;
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]