Death From Above

Kevin Michael Bloor

 

To Buxton town, so men would die,

he sailed, to wait with sword and bow

for death to fall from northern sky,

 

like autumn leaves, when left to lie

beneath the trees, condemned to grow

for men he’d come to crucify.

 

On fair and foul, like passer-by,

he’d gloat and glare, as blood would flow,

from wounds, before they’d putrefy.

 

To Buxton town, in years gone by,

When land still shone with goddess glow,

came Caesar, with his evil eye.

 

To conquer, promenade and pry.

He had no way, no way to know,

his hour drew near, drew near to die.

 

When silver moon lit up the sky

In land of midnight ice and snow,

the Romans dared to deify

 

this mortal man, and magnify!

Till ‘cross the Rubicon he’d go,

T’wards Rome, where cruel assassins lie

 

in wait, as ides of March draw nigh.

When blades will flash and gleam and glow.

And Caesar, cut, can only cry,

As death comes falling from the sky.

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 5th, 2020 06:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: A villanelle, about Julius Caesar. Composed of 7 tercets and one closing quatrain.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Goldfinch60

    Good words and tale Kevin.

    Andy

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      This tale was poetic licence - about Caesar coming to my hometown of Buxton. Don't think he did. However, the Romans definitely came here. They named my town, Buxton, aquae arnemetiae, meaning goddess of the sacred grove because of the spa water here. I was reading Shakespeare's, Julius Caesar and the poem just came to me. glad you liked it. Many thanks, Andy.



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