White Pigeon
He sits
Majestically,
On the electricity wire,
Alone—
A white pigeon
Graceful,
With black spots
On his breast
And wings,
A dainty picture
Of colours,
And
Feet pink,
Slender neck
Slightly arched
In the direction of
Summer wind;
A breathtaking view
Of my stunning friend from the
Morning blue heavens,
Glimpsed for a few
Edifying seconds,
From the suburban fifth-floor
Apartment window
Looking out on a grey world;
But —
The feathered beauty,
Now in flight
And lightly airborne,
Adding vibrancy to the vault,
Completely unseen
By the
Slumbering
Sunday
Mumbai.
“White Pigeon” bears the hallmark of poetic craftsmanship . ” Glimpsed for a few edifying seconds” , is that snapshot moment when a commonplace and otherwise unremarkable event, the appearance of a pigeon,becomes the centre of a narrative and therefore of immediate significance in an urban landscape where the inhabitants are slumbering,presumably not only physically but also figuratively.
Thanks Louis. Very few professional critics can match your compassion and breadth of criticism. Somehow, deep down, you remind me of great Coleridge and his sympathies for things natural and supernatural worthy of poetic consideration.
Thanks, dear Louis, for constant support and love for minor voices like me.
An engaging and elegant poem. Thanks for sharing, Sunilji.