Just a quick one today, as I wrote it ahead of time mostly out of the habit of needing to write something on whatever prompt I come up with.
Still planning on doing the tale in three parts, just haven't got there yet.
Mine:
A soldier stands in a grassy field That's been stabbed by countless white crosses. He offers friends a solemn salute While silently cursing his losses...
It's always nice to see something from you :) The rhythm here is great, and the mixture of respect and regret bundles together terribly well. I think this is very fitting for Remembrance Sunday.
Remembrance
Though a hundred years have passed, he Remembers lost friends and the enemies left Unconquered as though it were yesterday. The Erinyes have made him bereft.
Just a quick one today, as I wrote it ahead of time mostly out of the habit of needing to write something on whatever prompt I come up with.
ReplyDeleteStill planning on doing the tale in three parts, just haven't got there yet.
Mine:
A soldier stands in a grassy field
That's been stabbed by countless white crosses.
He offers friends a solemn salute
While silently cursing his losses...
It's always nice to see something from you :) The rhythm here is great, and the mixture of respect and regret bundles together terribly well. I think this is very fitting for Remembrance Sunday.
ReplyDeleteRemembrance
Though a hundred years have passed, he
Remembers lost friends and the enemies left
Unconquered as though it were yesterday. The
Erinyes have made him bereft.
Greg - thanks!
ReplyDeleteImpressive tale told in just four lines. And an acrostic to boot! Bravo :)