Isolation

[Guest Xradion]

An old swing set sits solitary,

Weeping in the wind.

Rusted by rain and the pain

Of loneliness.

 

Its chains corroded and oxidized,

Long has it been ostracized

By the children.

 

Now, a single seat remains

As the chains of the others

Have broken beneath the

Blistering blustery blizzards.

 

Where there was once the

Wonders of wonderful children,

Only the wind’s faint whispers remain.

 

The wood of the last stubborn seat

That refuses to renounce its throne

Has become the holy site

Of some termites.

 

And the paint peels

Off the iron bars

As the swing set slowly sinks

Into the sand.

 

 

Xradion,

The Horny Druid,

Scholar of the Ancient Arts,

Holder of the Eye of Odin,

 

"The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream."

-Wallace Stevens

 

"When at home, do as the Homans do." –Xradion

[Nyyark]

Cool, I really like it.

 

"The wood of the last stubborn seat

That refuses to renounce its throne

Has become the holy site

Of some termites."

 

particularly delights me.

 

Well done

[Gyrfalcon]

*Gyr applauds* I like your poem as well, though in a non-specific way. *smiles*

[Gwaihir]

Interesting plays with alliteration, and beautiful imagery

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I want to be page 93 of Pineapples, the Avian Crows-Nyyark

[Guest ArawnD]

You know it's strange, that kids don't like swing-sets like the old days. Most of the time it's an action figures, water or cap guns, I miss the swings.

 

The Mad King