A call to arms,
My heart;
Eccentric,
Jaded,
Hostile in the dark.
As the sun beacons
flames,
Summons the grave
of darkness,
The moon regains
composed in the depth of night,
Upside down; like a bat of navigation
My insides sign with articulation,
A skeleton to breathe against the grating battle-cry
Eloped in time stood still,
Forever merging with the ghosts of Halidon Hill.
J.Calvert 2016
Oooh, a historical poem! 😊 How exciting!
I think the despairing tone fits the final link to the battle site really well. Love the use of light and dark imagery. Well done!
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Thank you Adam! I’m a bit of a history nerd and I’ve been reading the Outlander series. Lol ☺️
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Hello Lady Jennifer. So good to read you. Seems like I’ve been lost. You are always writing beautiful poems.
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Thank you Antony! It’s good to hear from you. I haven’t been on WP as much lately. Just trying to de-stress. Had way too much on. ❤️
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I know about that. Do what you gotta do Jennifer.
Diva Fans are always here 🙏➰❤️
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Thank you sweetheart.❤️
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Excellent historical poem. The balance of light and dark perfect. The picture fits and blends to well with the tone of your incredible writing.
A very different style and write and I love it so much Jennifer. 🙂
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Thanks Charlie. Yes, a little different style for me. I really enjoyed writing this one. ❤️
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Different is always a good thing. A way to explore your mind through another dimension and not be afraid to take a risk and diving deeper into our stream-consciousness. 🙂
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