14 July 2010

Inferno

The garden was black and shrivelled
pink silky flowers charred
the shell of the house
gaping and brown
boards at right angles
like broken teeth
and among it all
the stench of freedom
when the wind blows
unobstructed
through ruined lives

One Single Impression

4 comments:

Peter Goulding said...

Aoife, just dropping by to say congratulations on the Poets meet painters competition. Its a great poem and a worthy winner!!
Well done

SandyCarlson said...

A gripping, compelling scent of freedom. Thanks.

Julie Jordan Scott said...

I agree with Sandy - the line "Stench of freedom" is gripping.

THANK YOU!

My Overt Poem may be read here.

Tumblewords: said...

Powerful and fascinating. Excellent piece!