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Notes From The Revolution

Posted: 18 Nov 2017, 19:45
by Kenneth2816
On the 100th Anniversary

Eleven time zones in Russia,
each with its own small sun.
No one knows the hour of the day
or recalls the time the last blood
moon hung in the spires
of St. Petersburg.

To the east, washer women still rise up,
set fire to kettle, boil their black
babushkas, wring them to stiffen
into rat tails on the hearth.

Their drunk husbands lumber
in, collide with the door post
hoping to beat them awake.

The barking of neighborhood dogs
is like soldier shouting orders
man-to- man down a sentry line.

It's 4 a.m. and I am inhabited again
by the spirits of slain Cossacks.
They cry out for blood
and more onions.

Re: Notes From The Revolution

Posted: 18 Nov 2017, 21:15
by meenas17
Love the stanza,

Their drunk husbands lumber
in, collide with the door post
hoping to beat them awake.

There is humour as well an undercurrent of sadness.
This is my first take on the poem.
Would come again tomorrow. Off to bed.

Re: Notes From The Revolution

Posted: 18 Nov 2017, 21:46
by Bernie01
K---


terrific.

love this, especially:

It's 4 a.m. and I am inhabited again
by the spirits of slain Cossacks.
They cry out for blood
and more onions.



bernie

Re: Notes From The Revolution

Posted: 18 Nov 2017, 23:07
by BobBradshaw
I like all the imagery, all the stanzas...and the closing is terrific. A+ grade on this one.....very professional

Re: Notes From The Revolution

Posted: 21 Nov 2017, 08:14
by Kenneth2816
Thank you