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Monday, October 17, 2011

Squawking Lake

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



Tumblewords: said...

Oh, yes. It reads so true. Nicely done.

Isabel Doyle said...

Every paradise has a catch?
Great poem Susie

anthonynorth said...

Powerful. Nice one.

mylittlewordz said...

Nicely expressed. I like the 'sapphire Eden' phrase.
I could never eat duck so empathise with the sentiment here.

Dave King said...

A moving indictment of man in one of his many unlikeable modes. An excellent response, well crafted.

Berowne said...

Nicely written; good take on the prompt.

Brian Miller said...

tranquility busted...deception within the beauty...nicely done...

Mama Zen said...

I love your take on the prompt!

Morning said...

a unique take, well done.

Doctor FTSE said...

The ducks' brief life brought to life. Thank you.

Nanka said...

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!!

Trellissimo said...

I almost feel sorry for them...

Arnab Majumdar said...

I almost feel guilty for enjoying chicken and duck dishes so much!

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