The squawking lake
birthed majestic
feathered ducklings.
Protected and pampered
they spent their
days in a sapphire Eden.
But deception lurked
along the lake’s shores.
The lake was not paradise.
It was a water farm
where harvest meant death.
The duckling’s destiny
was the oil of a boiling pot.
Pastoral tranquility melted
into the noise of a city market
where the ducklings were hung
as trophies to sate human’s
appetite for the taste of duck soup.
©Susie Clevenger 2011
Prompt: Mag 87
13 comments:
Oh, yes. It reads so true. Nicely done.
Every paradise has a catch?
Great poem Susie
Powerful. Nice one.
Nicely expressed. I like the 'sapphire Eden' phrase.
I could never eat duck so empathise with the sentiment here.
Jamie.
A moving indictment of man in one of his many unlikeable modes. An excellent response, well crafted.
Nicely written; good take on the prompt.
tranquility busted...deception within the beauty...nicely done...
I love your take on the prompt!
a unique take, well done.
The ducks' brief life brought to life. Thank you.
This one touched my heart Susie and I was thinking of all the beautiful birds in an emerald green pond!! This poem has been done superbly, loved it!!
I almost feel sorry for them...
I almost feel guilty for enjoying chicken and duck dishes so much!
Cheers,
Arnab Majumdar on SribbleFest.com
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