The Owl

by Iona Mandal aged 11

Winning Poem

I saw you through the glassware
Our family heirloom.
Smudged round the rims
A camera out of focus
Caked with dust
Like a leftover painting.

I always failed to climb your eyes
So steep, yet deep
Endless cavity
Churning oceans
Eerie, steel green
Phosphorescent glow
Crypt in every chamber.

What your black beak had killed that day
Now stood in heaven
Watching us glance.
You with your soul
I with my heart
You with no end
I with no start.

Wishes had space to become dreams
In your clear, feathered heart
Words had books to fill
Your wisely soul.

Oxygenated silence
Peered through your eyes
A mirror of your emotions.
Monoxidic noise
Pierced through your heart
Serrated knife edge
Cleaving open hatred.

Only destiny held
What your talons would drop
Only moonlight would seep
Through your wings.

I saw you through the corner of my eye
Before you swooned and swooped
Then flew
Away.

4 Responses to “The Owl”

  • Ananda Chakrabarti

    I was simply wowed by the width of her vision and depth of her understanding of nature!

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    • Iona

      Thank you for the kind words Kakamoni Dadu and Anup Uncle. They will inspire me to try harder

      Reply
  • Anup Sarkar

    God bless you “little dear. Keep going. Miracle is awaiting your way when we all will see, you reach the pinnacle. Let your inner most beautiful emotion give you words of truth and grace always.

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