The Feather On The Trigger

The Feather On The Trigger long poem

It’s just a way of life
said the man with the gun,
you win it or you lose it
when all’s said and done.

But the odds and the favour
can be tipped over here
by a winning smile
from a boy with no fear.

They say that respect
is a game hard won
but they can’t see the smile
down the barrel of the gun.

The feather on the trigger
tipping fate on its edge,
no begging or beseeching
can reverse a given pledge.

So the days turn into night
and the winter beckons ,
the clock on the wall
ticking out the short seconds

of love hard won
on a tall family tree,
hear the click of the pin
as the feather fly’s free!

At the moment of truth
lies the missing piece,
the puzzle of life
destroying desolate peace.

And the bullets fly
dealing death all around,
a hail of thundering steel
as they tear into the ground.

We live our lives
along the barrel of a gun,
from the dawning of time
beneath the rising sun.

And the steel from the sky
becomes the sand in your face
as the tears on your cheeks
wash the windows of fate.

Written by Darren Scanlon, January 2014.
Revised version 20th February 2015.

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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We at HOP are blessed to have found such a treasure as you amongst our midst..your poetry is thought provoking and shakes one up, you obviously are a powerful wielder of words


Thankyou for your very kind words. You are too kind.

Randall Smith

Well written with a lot of meaning. Once the trigger is pulled there is no going back and then you feel and hear the, ” Thundering steel pounding into the ground.” That sentence says so much.


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