Free Verse – Pride – Marcy Erb

The Riddle of the Nightjar

Until I met the Great Nightjar,
with purple mouth a’smile,
on a quiet black night,
I had never been given
the answer and asked to
supply the puzzle.

“Pride” it cooed into
the velvet sky.

“What am I if
I can turn life-giving
water into poison?
If a little of me will bind
concrete to build the world
but too much will grab your
Legs and suck you under?

That is the riddle of Pride.”
So I answered; the secretive
King of the Nocturne
cried in frustrated anguish,
arcing on the wing into the night.

Written by Marcy Erb of Illustrated Poetry

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