Monday, 21 January 2013

The Season Ends


The sound of crows
cawing on their lonely
flight home,
she stands beside the maple tree,
sodden dark bark from
the heavy rain,
moss creeps up its trunk,
fine play of colours,
autumn hues
of green, black, yellow
and rust,
bitter contrast to
her fine, white face,
a poignant image,
a youth blooming
in a season
of endings.

Her body
found hanging
from the maple tree,
in winter.

 © Amy Barry, 2013


Amy Barry writes poems and short stories. She has worked in the media industry as a Public Relations officer. Her poems have been published in anthologies, journals, and e-zines, in Ireland and abroad. Trips to India, Nepal, China, Bali, Paris, Berlin, have all inspired her work. She lives in Athlone, Ireland.

10 comments:

  1. The terrible effects of bullying are brought home by your poem where the images are sharply drawn. Well done.

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  2. Many thanks Little Nell!
    Appreciate the read.

    XAmy

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  3. Woh, that last stanza really hits after the beautiful descriptions of the first. Sad, but well worth the read.

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  4. Hi Eamon!

    Thank you for the visit. Cheers

    X

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  6. This poem has such a powerful impact Amy. Well done!

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  7. Super Amy, so very sad, another life bullied, abuse is just unacceptable and we have to talk to our children and ensure they talk to us.

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  8. Powerful impact, Maeve! Indeed this write is ...:)

    Thank you Maeve!!!

    XXX

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  9. Hi Kerkedijk,

    I appreciate the visit very much. Bullying is a difficult subject to comprehend esp. for the young ones! Yes, we have to talk/communicate with our children often.


    Many thanks Kerkedijk!

    XXx

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  10. Sorry not to have been able to do this sooner. Having posted this morning's poem, I have not been 'on duty' today. :-)

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