Poetry Blogs (day 4)
Freedom At Last
Flames raged in the cornfields around it,
Bobbing there in stagnant waters
Tethered to a solid mooring post
With a thick, coarse rope.
Each spark from the furnace
A risk to its rotting timbers
As it took hold and smouldered
And smoked and spread
Oars crossed and laid on its floor
And the spattered markings of crows
Bleaching spots of ...
Monday 4th May 2020 2:24 pm
The gravestones in this place are wet with tears
Of children, wives and husbands who have stood
Beside dark holes that swallow up their fears
Replacing ice water where once flowed blood.
November skies are grey and hold no lights,
The flowers flattened in a winter gale
That whips away dark thoughts the widow fights
To keep hidden behind her mourning veil....
Thursday 4th April 2019 2:17 pm