Autumn in Madeira by Jacek Yerka, via Tess at Magpie Tales
He belches softly, there in the wood
cider chewy-sweet on the tongue
heavy boots oppress a nation of leaves
with yet a smile to be home
Time overseas burnishes the edges
he thinks, of memories and soil
but the mind heart and belly
never forgot, truly forgot their nest
Winter stirs, bares its teeth in the wind
bringing the chuffing of the hogs
reminding the soldier of the butcher's calling:
In this work, Death begets living, not more dying
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Impressive and rather moving...
ReplyDeleteThank you. It has potential to expand into a longer poem, or perhaps a book.
Deleteyou are such a talent...your words pulled me into the atmosphere of this story.
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Quite honored. Thank you!
Deletean interesting poem..that made me stop to consider the deeper meaning..
ReplyDeleteGood! Thank you for reading :)
DeleteAtmospheric and satisfying...especially like "nation of leaves"...
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