THE HARP SEAL
To my child and wife,
silenced in love, murdered from life.
Cuddled in fur,
wrapped in lace,
taunting strangers, smiling with grace.
Crawling in the snow with pup in sight,
sheltered from the cold and youthful flight—
two candles flickering against a winter that never warms.
On the eve of Christmas year,
shouts from the enemy,
cries of fear.
The attack was brutal, the sickle quick;
blood dripped from the butcher’s stick—
a crimson script written on holy snow.
A gift here, forgotten tomorrow,
killing the helpless yet feeling no sorrow.
Wrapped in harp,
cuddled in red,
they walk the streets carrying my dead—
pilgrims of grief bearing offerings no god would claim.
The rose and the thorn cut from the stem,
lying in the garbage like a faulty gem—
innocence discarded by hands that never trembled.
And all the memories that we made,
and the dreams that we shared,
echo in silence from the ripper—
the gardener, the rose‑clipper,
who prunes the living as though tending a garden of ghosts.
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| the harp tear |
MEANING OF THIS POEM?
This poem is haunting, symbolic, and emotionally charged — but it isn’t simply about violence. It’s about loss, innocence destroyed, and the unbearable grief of someone who has had their family taken from them. The harp seal becomes a metaphor, a stand‑in for purity, vulnerability, and the cruelty of a world that harms what is gentle.
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