history will not name you a hero


a boy who fought dragons

grew to a man

put away a plastic sword

and took up a knife.


the dragons grew within you

unchecked by medication

curled around your bones

hid behind the grey scaled shadows

of your eyes

breathed fierce fire in blood betraying

self made wounds.


hero is a name without a face

courage painted by numbers

stories honoured in history’s roll call

but your battle has no timed beginning

no ordered end

no truce

no ceasefire

no catalogue of reasons

no pages map the trench line scars

on your arms.


and when it ends

if it ends

there will be no flags

no cheers

no banners raised

if the dragons sleep

those who love you will not wake them

and if it is you who sleeps

I will remember you

in secret silence






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◄ David

Left Behind ►


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Fri 21st Apr 2017 19:48

You seem to mine value and truth in all your writing that I've seen Karen. I love the way you have struck off certain preconceptions as if to reduce illusions and reveal the reality within, and so imaginatively.


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Emer Ni Chorra

Fri 21st Apr 2017 14:33

A powerful piece, Karen.

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Karen Ankers

Fri 21st Apr 2017 00:07

Thank you.

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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 20th Apr 2017 23:22

Again such powerful words Karen, your power seems to lie in a delicate touch and an insightful eye.

With recent attempts to focus attention on mental health issues and often quiet suffering, this work is very apt and relevant, as it always should be in fact.

Sharp edged words indeed.


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