Well, what do you think? I'm a little rusty. 07 August 2006.

Silent witness.

A silent witness,
And a scalpel.
And a thicket of blood
Warms the lake;
Mist galore,
Marquee and tored,
A fake,
A foreign,
A whore.

She agrees,
Fabled the words
That tips the glass.
A metaphore
Life does learn,
Till death do us part.


So she parts.


On her dry will,
With her pen and her
Forbearance to quill,
He aches,
And swims in the lake.
Down and under,
His repressive slumber
And a deep sleep
Takes its toll.


Like a model,
He walks off the water
After his heroic swim.
Like marines so still,
He finds the quill,
The fabled words,
And the stained scalpel.

Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2006-08-07 at 19:28

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Very good poem with a beautiful ending... adored it

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
John this has me working on this deep meaning behind this poem. I am always delighted to see you have posted a new poem. This is an intriguing one which never fails to put me into study. Study of your words and placement and useage. I can only surmise what this is but I am feeling her lies about love and her will to make her vows come true result in his murder by her. Its only in his "rise" of spirit from the lake that he sees the truth. Just my take. Your writing is of course outstanding! :) kathy

EmelÚn The PoetBay support member heart!
Fabled the words
and silent the witness ..
a deep red write this one , I like it , it has got the fog and the greatness rare.
Where did she go or do we know.

wow it is very deep and full of passion