It's time for another animal-themed poem for day twenty five of NaPoWriMo. The animal in this poem is a predatory creature from India; the rest is fairly straightforward.
Jackal Sunset
It darts across the grasslands
under the shadow of green hills.
The golden jackal searches
for food, living or not.
It chases the trails of the wolves,
leopards and the bloodthirsty dhole,
and will sometimes push its luck
when it spots a tiger on a kill.
The jackal's persistence is rewarded
as the night descends on the teak forest,
a leopard throttling a chital doe.
The jackal must wait to be served.
Showing posts with label Indian Subcontinent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Indian Subcontinent. Show all posts
Tuesday, 25 April 2017
NaPoWriMo #25: Jackal Sunset
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Saturday, 22 April 2017
NaPoWriMo #22: Manta Flotilla
Okay, this is a bit earlier in the day than usual, but since I'm on a trip to Stratford-upon-Avon this weekend, I thought it better to release this poem earlier. Featuring one of my favourite settings for poems, the animal in this one is a bit more off-kilter than usual.
Manta Flotilla
The Indian subcontinent
reaches out into the ocean,
a current caressing its coast.
Sometimes the current
carries creatures with it,
creatures on a journey.
Out of the endless blue
a manta ray appears,
the eagle of the waters.
Then two, three, six
follow their leader
with great sweeping fins.
They follow the highway
around the southern coast,
heading for the Bay of Bengal,
where the flotilla will find
the reefs to raise their young,
and the current goes on its way.
Manta Flotilla
The Indian subcontinent
reaches out into the ocean,
a current caressing its coast.
Sometimes the current
carries creatures with it,
creatures on a journey.
Out of the endless blue
a manta ray appears,
the eagle of the waters.
Then two, three, six
follow their leader
with great sweeping fins.
They follow the highway
around the southern coast,
heading for the Bay of Bengal,
where the flotilla will find
the reefs to raise their young,
and the current goes on its way.
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