Categories
Poetry

An Autobiographical Free Verse Poem

An autobiographical, free verse poem, called, “I Aimed, Pulled the Trigger, and Fired”, which revolves around a hunting trip with my father, a long time ago. (Well… it’s not totally autobiographical.)

I Aimed, Pulled the Trigger, and Fired

I didn’t even know what type of bird it was – when I had to shoot to kill.

I left the comfort of my bed

on an early Saturday Fall morning

to enter the unknown – a nearby forest

so that I could hunt with my father.

The canopy of trees further reduced the light from the overcast sky.

It was chilly, with a scent of damp moss present in the air

the ground wet from the morning mist.

I remember mostly silence

except for my breathing

and the sounds of my footsteps

and those of my father – crushing twigs, branches, dead leaves, plant life, and living insects

clearing the road for my rite of passage

my childhood disappearing with every footstep.

The bird was spotted by my father

a distance away

on a branch

of a colorful, majestic tree.

He handed me his gun

and gave me a quick refresher on how to hold, how to shoot, and what to expect.

The gun was heavy, my arms started to ache

my hands were cold, and trembling.

And then – he told me that I was ready.

And so I aimed                     

pulled the trigger                

and fired.

The bird remained motionless                  

but very much alive.

I fired once more.

Again

the bird, still there

unaffected

and at that moment I asked myself, if I would have to shoot again.

My father reloaded the rifle

and as I reluctantly took it from his hands, he looked into my eyes

and I wondered if he knew.

I fired again.

Again – I missed.

Then a fourth, and final time.

I returned the riffle to my father.

Nothing was said.

Nothing else was done.

I asked myself if one day I would be a hunter.

Before leaving the area

so that my father’s hunt could once again continue

I looked – for the last time – at the branch of the tree that once supported the bird.

It was gone – and I smiled.

(This poem was selected 10th for a Poetry Soup contest in May of 2021.)

An autobiographical, free verse poem, called, “I Aimed, Pulled the Trigger, and Fired”, which revolves around a hunting trip with my father.

+1

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *