An Engineer’s Journal: June, 2001 – Turning The Page

Albrecht Dürer’s portrait of Oswalt Krel

“Until the day I die, I’ll never forget
those glassy, unblinking eyes.” they haunt me still,
Years were cut abruptly, I regret,
His callous satisfaction, feigned conceal.

To some he was a buddy, someone real
But I, a distaff staffer, stood outside,
I chuckled not at vulgar chats, but steeled
myself, though reddened cheeks I could not hide.

He, the victor, donned this pelt with pride
abroad his shoulder, flung his neck around,
He, the satyr, stomped the losing side,
But in the end, my spirit would rebound.

With dignity and hope I bid adieu
to quarter century: “Begin anew.”

Though this poem was inspired by my recollection of a man  I once worked for (who took delight in facilitating my departure from his senior staff),  it was written specifically for the Speakeasy challenge #162, following these guidelines:

  • Your post must be dated May 18, 2013, or later.
  • Submissions must be 750 words or fewer.
  • Submissions must be fiction or poetry.
  • You must include the following sentence as the FIRST line in your submission: “Until the day I die, I’ll never forget those glassy, unblinking eyes.”
  • You must also include a reference to the media prompt, the portrait of Oswalt Krel, by Albrecht Durer.

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