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Scornful crows scurry after me
like clacking castanets.
Yellow roses, black wrought iron
fuse into an ancient tango.
Sailboats — offspring of galleons —
charge the sunset's red cape.
This poem first appeared in Island Writer, the literary magazine of the Victoria Writer's Society, where it won a second place prize.
Used with the author's permission.
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Sidney Bending is a retired graphic artist living on an island off the west coast of Canada. Her award-winning poetry has been published in Canada, the United States, the U.K. New Zealand, Africa, and India,
and she is the author of Mute Crows and co-author of Whether Forecast. Sidney is a member of Haiku Canada and the Haiku Society of America.
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Donna Pflueger:
Oh Sidney, its perfect! I love every image and each image is right on! Thank you for a perfect ending to my day.
Posted 08/08/2012 10:41 PM
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wendy morton:
sunset's red cape.
tangos.
Lovely.
Posted 08/08/2012 02:12 PM
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Tyler Gabrysh:
Superb poem! The flowing 'Yellow roses' juxtaposed with the harsh 'black wrought iron' is terrific.
Posted 08/08/2012 12:16 PM
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ghctenmile@earthlink.net:
...fuse into an ancient tango...very tasty!
Thanks for sharing this with us. Grace
Posted 08/08/2012 11:41 AM
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Grace Cockburn:
You've become the master of the meaningfully compact. Wonderful!
Posted 08/08/2012 11:11 AM
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trailpny:
How much you pack into six lines! Well done!
Posted 08/08/2012 10:49 AM
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judithc:
What strong images: colour, crows, castaanets! Lines to remember. Bravo. And ole!
Posted 08/08/2012 10:26 AM
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Glen Sorestad:
What a fine last line, Sidney!
Posted 08/08/2012 09:33 AM
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dmahoney:
'Love the clacking castanets and the red cape!Fun!
Posted 08/08/2012 09:30 AM
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