War is Not for Lovers
Over the top my beautiful boys
The sergeant major cried
Think of your mother, your sweetheart
And remember them
When thunder cracks around your head
And fear burns your insides
And Tommy did
He remembered her hand
In desperation, a talon
Crushing, clinging to his wrist
Cold as the ever stabbing wind
He remembered her eyes
Once beautiful and full of life
Frightened now and tired
Like those of some caged wild animal
He remembered how
Twelve months ago
He had held her in his arms
And kissed away a single tear
As the engine whistle blew
Be brave he said
I love you
And think of me till I return
And lay down by your side
War is not for lovers
The station master cried
A moment later, the front line
Fell in unison
As if precision timed
A piece of jagged metal sang
A private groaned
And blood and mud entwined
War is not for lovers
The sergeant major cried
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: even though it was several lifetimes ago, it still hurts, just to think about it
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Comments5
Yes it does still hurt to think about it.
"War is not for lovers"
absolutely
A fine write N.
thank you
A heart-wrenching read about the truth of the trenches when death caught the many and few ever made it home - - your phrasing and flow in this sad lament is admirable Neville.
I am truly grateful to you for taking time to consider these words Fay & much appreciated are too..
Read this earlier today and came back for a second read - then realised I'd not commented - well I have now - a super write.
thank you sir.. much appreciated
My god, the entwining of the two wars so eloquently expressed.
One day I'll catch up
Dont be so hard on yourself my friend... you are doing a great job... many thanks indeed... Neville
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