A Very Sudden Realisation
For some odd reason
I just
could not stop myself
from
bringing back all those
bloody apples ..
That’s right,
those I stole from some
old neglected
orchard over there ..
Somewhere beyond
where the black
and the yellow smoke
is no doubt still set
on rising ..
And even now, I recall
the look
you gave when I returned
to you in the back
of that old blue truck ..
With all the red ones
stowed safe
in the makeshift basket
of your pretty
upturned orange umbrella ..
And for a moment then
I felt like some
goddam hero might well
have felt in some
long forgotten movie ..
But then
I remembered the
single hens egg
I hid and then ate raw
on my way back to you ..
And for
the very life of me
I swear, I don’t know
why I did that ..
Maybe, because it was
there and I was
so very, very hungry ..
For some reason
war can do just that
to even
the very nicest of fellas,
and then
it dawned on me ..
Maybe I am not such
a fucking hero after all ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Enjoyed that!
............................................. cheers 🙂
Good write N.
write good N
A confession penned from dire hunger could not be more moving Nev. and eating raw eggs suffices to call heroes those who have to partake yet still remain the " very nicest of fellas" so hats off to the likes of yaself mi amigo .........x
Can't wait for me full English though Fay & a nice cuppa tea .................. x
That depth and that rawness and belatedly that conscience pointing to a less than shining moment of live or die without a fight. Inner struggle unfurled in verse. Thank you, Nev. /Rik.
Many sincere & huge thank you's are heading your way my fine literary friend .................... Neville
Good one dear Neville
The words so well matched the imagination
Imagery at its best
And truly enjoyed it…
Thank you for the smile your words put on my face as soon as I found them here waiting for me 🙂
What people do to survive is heroic,
In the forest, desert, or a war torn country, its all different, but hunger never leaves us. Beautiful imagery. Lucky there weren't any bulls to chase you away from apples, or angry old farmers wife, mad you stole her chicken eggs. Love to see your words again
I love the fact you have left a little something here that is far bigger and more important than it may at first appear ........ N
Trip worthwhile to you, I think. And the return not just an exit. A journey with extra depth.
Thanks Nev.
absolutely Dave, and I thank you sir, for noticing .............. N
You're still my hero N. 😊
Aww gawsh, now ya got me coming over all unnecessary AP ......... bless you tho n truly tooly 🙂
Very visual, imagery and message on point. Thanks for sharing.
How very kind of you Matthew and much appreciated sir .. Neville
I'm late to the poem, but love it. The hero survives, the coward feels no remorse. I Can't possibly imagine what you experienced, but I do know it takes a true hero to see pain, suffering and injustice and acts because he knows it's the right thing to do. Hero's don't have to sit and ponder, they go and do what is needed because that's who they are. Thank you for being who you are.
I am magnificently humbled by your visit & by your ever so kind acknowledgement of what was in effect, a very small deed indeed ..................... Your friend, Neville
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