Red On White. Crimson Snow.

Bloodied feathers

Fell

                Dancingly

From above

 

Red on White

 

 

 

It was the battle

Of the

Angels

 

And feathers

Lay

                Scattered

On the snow

 

Like a new sort

                Of snowflake

 

 

 

 

 

A single crow

Black

Perched on a twisted branch

 

It watched

The falling feathers

Without emotion

 

But it was just a bird

What emotion could

It show?

 

 

 

 

 

Bloodied feathers

Fell

                Dancingly

From above

 

Like a new sort

                Of snowflake

 

 

 

 

 

A boy

Too young

To know better

Opened the front door

 

‘Ma! The cat’s killed another bird.’

 

He edged closer to the feathers

Looking for a body

Found none

And ran off to build a snowman

 

 

 

 

 

It was the battle

Of the

Angels

 

And feathers

Lay

                Scattered

On the snow

 

Red on White

 

 

 

 

 

The crow flew away.

It was just a bird.

Why should it care?

 

Reviews

[Jean P. Prudhomme]

I found this poem very interesting. The structure and context come together beautifully. Kudos.