WonderGolly
Mar 17, 2012

A Stranger’s Visit

He stood silent
With an empty face,
Clad in invisibility
And leaned on a monstrous sickle
Right there at the entrance
Pitilessly watching
-our beloved
On that grim bed
As he laboured
For a piece of breath

A sad sight
And we who claim
Ourselves masters of herbs
Could do nothing
Not even see,
Plead or fight
Him that stood
At the entrance
Neither reaping
Nor helping
Or away leaping
To a different field

But stood there
Watching
Timelessly bound
Until our beloved whispered:
“Water…!!!”
A last taste of life
That was all he wanted
Nothing else matter
By the time we returned
The Stranger reaped his part
And left us the chaff

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: How does this theme appeal to you?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Volta / GH, GHA

Favorite Poets: Kofi Awoonor

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Comments

Candlewitch

I had no doubt what so ever what this poem was about from the beginning. You conveyed the content so well! Excellent work. Great imagery!!!

Him that stood
At the entrance
Neither reaping
Nor helping
Or away leaping
To a different field

wonderful!

always, Cat

W

I have been following the submissions
of the ( Imagery Workshop ) for days now.
So I thought I finally give a shot.
glad to know it worked. thanks for the read.
respects

WonderGolly :)