ND (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

Swansong

A poor ferryman is crossing the quiet river
and suddenly she changed into a whirlpool.
The swing bridge is in full swing
with the east wind
and the fading twilight sky
looks like a watercolor painting.
I can hear the ferryman's whimper
who hides at all.
A dealer, poor girl's money lending uncle
who takes her cunningly to a Manor for housekeeping.
I read the ferryman's teary eyes
where it stuck the hidden words there.
'Be careful my little red riding hood
when sweeping the garden
specially under the thorn-bearing trees
don't be in barefoot.
I am waiting for you my sleeping beauty
and whatsoever I promise you to marry
in the next equinox'.

To the poetess Amanda.Lukas

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Comments (4)

well penned..fantastic write wow!
how completely beautiful and original! never have i read a poem like this! love starr
What a fascinating story. The symbolism here is very disturbing. The loss of innocence imminent. I pity the poor ferryman's tears, Swansong is a sad song indeed., But excellent writing as usual. Kindest regards, Sandra
Quite a lovely tale. Your individuality in style shines brightly here.