War and Love


by Agnes Clarke

Wild images race across my mind of hurt and love now lost

The written word no comfort is in the waste basket tossed

Blue ink the colour of my soul scrawled like a spider passed

To end my world in creeping hand and send sorrow mine to last

 

No perfume from that final rose now crisp and fragile it lies

Sent with love once pretty a golden bloom with binds that tied

Forget me not the message said my heart for you will yearn

So hold this blossom close always until I at last return

 

Remembrance of the salty tears that rained so carelessly

That day we parted sadly for those lands you fought to free

Standing and waving that fearful day the worry and hurt began

In uniform brave and handsome you sailed to fight with foreign hand

 

As days with guarded fear I hid the thoughts of torture suffered

Images of bullets flying and blood and death now offered

Each prayer released to heaven above your life to save for me

Now lost in pages written with carefree words you set me free

 

Another holds that hand I held and your love through war she gained

With bullet brass and copper tip no foe at my heart will aim

But as the pain explodes within I cry as if in death

For love will bind me to you until my dying breath

 

 

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Writers Bio

I am a retired housewife and grandmother of Jacob, I have been writing poetry for quite a few years and enjoy the challenge of creating my verse especially from pictures.  I live in Lisburn N Ireland we have been married for 48 years


Inspirational ImageWar and Love by Oleander Schatzkiby Oleander Schatzki

Pieces Inspired by this Image

'eons of war'
by Gina Vitolo

'My Honor Guard'
by Catherine Marinelli


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