Scattered Seeds

Posted by threeleafshamrock on February 25, 2009 - 20:47
from the ABC set The Words of War

The horses graze by the big Oak,
The plough is in the barn.
The bridles and collars
no longer gleam;
they wither,
crusted.

The blade no longer cuts the furrow
Though the land lies succulent
The meadows sighing in
the summer breeze;
take me,
ripened.

In Flanders fields the strong hands lie
as still and cold as winter.
No more the reins will
wrap broad back,
taking the
strain.

That brow once veiled by wanton curl
While leaking sweats of labour,
lays covered, in another’s
field by mud,
life blood
oozing.

And so the new grass will be sparse,
not lush, for lean the growth;
when seeds are strewn
so heedlessly, for
careless winds
blowing.

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Comments

Superb structure and rhyme, very tight, and difficult subject matter dealt with gracefully,

J x

Loved this and I agree wholeheartedly with Jennifer.

My very favourite stanza:-

"That brow once veiled by wanton curl
While leaking sweats of labour,
lays covered, in another’s
field by mud,
life blood
oozing."

Much enjoyed, Chris:-)

Tina X

The structure is brilliant Chris. Such an interesting perspective to take on this subject. Well done!

Magic xxx

A trio of lovely ladies, saying nice things; what more could a man ask for ;) Thank you very much for all your comments.

Oh! Thanks for the cherry also! ;)

'A trio of lovely ladies'. I like that description a lot, Chris. Many congrats on the more than deserved cherry, by they way:-)

Tina X

Thanks Lovely Tina ;)

Wow, this is what I call a neat poem!

A lovely read, well done.

Nathan.

I really like the structure to this, Chris. It really works well. Good work, mate.

Thanks Lads! ;)

Language, style, structure complement each other...smashing. Thanks for sharing it L

Cheers L. ;)