the indomitable
right in the middle
of howling and wailing,
bloodshed at night
I looked up in the sky
adorned with the stars
a fairytale
the moon looked like
an outdated silver coin
whose head or tail
I couldn’t figure,
it appeared nude,
I wasn’t distracted
I was counting the stars
the sun, a burnt toast
came up
a spoilsport
I closed my eyes,
and continued
© supratik 2023
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Needs a good deal of contemplation, I think, supratik. It is a bit of a riddle to me, but my mind is a bit mix muddled at the moment.
Allen
Maybe it needs re-work.
The moon like an outdated silver coin, and the sun like burnt toast! Excellent imagery; and as always supratik your poem gives pause to ponder. If there is any ambiguity, it may be the first three lines – I’m not sure how they fit in.
Dougie
Thank you, Dougie for reading and commenting so positively. The first three lines are the reason for which the poem takes its birth and also its name. Long ago, I wrote a short poem, The painter [https://ukauthors.com/2018/11/23/the-painter/] which was similar to this one.