Whilst pretending...

Dutchology

Whilst pretending to sit a LC mock exam, a number of years ago, this was thrown out on the page. Never edited, seldom read... Not long after that, I hit a wall, creativity and sense of purpose lost, and now trying to find it again...

Sa Guerre

With eyes piercing the rafters
Stretched on the broad of his back
It all floods back and
Washes over him

Crushing, pain, smothering
Dilated pupils, chattering teeth
Writhing hands tear at his face
He watches blood trickle through trenches;
Lifeless rivers
Life draining from severed limbs
Fists clenched, beating mud and grit
Another explosion rattling him to the core
The night sky ignited to an orange glow
Friends, falling
Lims, flailing
Torn and failing
Death.
Maked with mud
Tears flooding, mixing, softening
Rapid firing, bullets flying

He hears his men cry out; "Major!"
He reaches out
Devoid of a helping hand

Teh door to the attic opens
"Major", "Wake up major".....
Shaken
Shaking
Lifting of Eyelids, blinding light
sheets saturated, sweat pouring
room spinning.

He'll never forget
His war
Sa Guerre.

Dylan_James

I liked this. It took me a few moments before i fully understood. But this is a powerful piece of work.

The images in this poem take us to some old war (ww1 by the use of trenches) were we watch the events through the eyes of a surviver. The themes appear to be remembrance and fear. Remembering the events that have past and fear of a situation like this returning.

Keep going Dutch, if this was written when you were at Leaving Cert age you obviously have some talent.