Poetry Blog by Kealan Coady (WOL comp)
Poem for WOL comp
The met on Pearl Harbour night.
Dressed in red from lipstick to heel
She swayed cool grooves
On the floor of the dancehall.
He was on leave, his bowler hat
Tipping in jives.
They kissed, danced, everything else,
Spent the week in luxurious unity,
Mutual bliss, love.
Until his time was up, the war
Ripped them in half...
Wednesday 4th January 2012 3:22 pm
WOL comp (Remove)
- 2012 (1)