The Sound Of War

How do you know it’s war?Is it the piercing silence just before?Or the quiet blow of wind as it runs to the west.The sky remains blue,the gods unseeing.Just mere mortals’ squabbles, right? There is a split second when time slows,piercing silence becoming deafeningWhen hearts still and the ground shakes,graves in the making.Hooves split the silence,ClosedContinue reading “The Sound Of War”

The war is long over Ma

I look at my mother, and tears well. She is a warrior emerged from battle, And it sometimes saddens me that- She still wears her armour when the war is long over. I’ve watched half of her battles, Seen her on the frontline- Taking in the arrows for those behind. I’ve watched her detach them,Continue reading “The war is long over Ma”