Blast

By adam

Mon, 18 Sep 2017

3 comments

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Blast.

Years, the shell slept

In earth bought with blood.

Long enough to forget

Munitions girls, flirting with

boys

A King Emperor sent to

fight

His cousin for a field.

Woken; its voice became,

The roar of men pressed

Under white stones, calling

Out for their lost years.

September 2017.

Permalink Submitted by celticman on Mon, 2017-09-18 21:21

all that pressure finds its form.

Permalink Submitted by lenchenelf on Wed, 2017-09-20 23:45

...very well chosen and succint.

I wondered at your layout, then noted that the two stand alone words add a subtle layer as the eye is drawn to them and read in sequence.

Best wishes

Lenax

Permalink Submitted by celticman on Thu, 2017-09-21 23:14

makes you think.