March
Two months of getting nowhere fast
Of being mired in mud;
In need of respite
In need of hope
Of being mired in mud;
In need of respite
In need of hope
Then,
In the furthest corner of my right eye
In the furthest corner of my right eye
Out on the flank
I see something gleaming;
A glimpse of something bold
With a whisper of promise
And a whiff of sweat and steel
I see something gleaming;
A glimpse of something bold
With a whisper of promise
And a whiff of sweat and steel
March is striding in
Bringing a fresh strong arm
A sharper blade
A stronger shield
Bringing a fresh strong arm
A sharper blade
A stronger shield
And with his longer days
I may now have the means
to raise my game
and win this war
I may now have the means
to raise my game
and win this war
David Blake
Tue 1st Mar 2016 00:13
I like this. Very effective in the whole double-meaning of 'March'; the militaristic aspect is key. A bit rough around the edges, perhaps, but this too lends the whole thing charm. No battle is going to be pretty. Good work! DB.