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the end of innocence

8 March 2010

His eyes were pale blue
Like the sea before a storm
In the lateness of summer…
His hair, like threads of gold
Shadowed with darker copper,
Overhung his smooth, high brow;
The moment  of perfection passed.
His eyes fixed on the sorrows
And disasters of his race,
As a cold, pale shadow
Quickly crossed his face.

The end of innocence was near.

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8 Comments leave one →
  1. 8 March 2010 16:15

    Nice one, sir. I really like this. You get the sense of youth becoming something older, and losing something in the process.

  2. 8 March 2010 16:34

    That’s exactly what I was going for…the exile from youthful innocence. Glad you liked it!

  3. 8 March 2010 18:10

    Yes. This one rings a clear tone through the consciousness. I like the purity of the sound … and agree with Glynn’s view of it.

    • 8 March 2010 22:23

      Thanks. I figured after the complex pieces of late, something of more simplicity was in order.

  4. 9 March 2010 01:06

    i like the use of the colours that introduce me to the boy as well as the sea, sky and sand.

    • 9 March 2010 02:25

      The sea is a consistent image/theme around here, lol. As is the sense of exile/feelings of isolation and alienation, as is the theme of lost innocence. This just happened to hit on all three at once.

  5. 13 March 2010 17:42

    Deeply felt, wistful, and aware. Very, very nice.

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