The Soldier
by The Marchioness of Dorchester (circa 1625 during the The Anglo-French War )
A suitor bold and handsome once arrived
Twas early in a day unspent
A proud soldier on horseback,
A burning wish to vent
‘In courtly dance I wield mine mighty dart’
Said he, appearing finely dress’d
In polished armour
His lance
Colossal,
For this quest confessed.
‘With quivering heart, I seek my lady fair,
Her gaze, the target of my fervent plea’
Said he
Such chivalric pursuit was indeed
Beyond compare
His lance, a beacon of….
Virility.
‘Yet, not in war, but passion's grand display,
I wield mine
Shaft,
Erect, a symbol of desire
To pierce the veils that shroud love's subtle play
In earnest yearning
To set your heart afire.
Behold, mine love, this lance of passion true,
A token bold, my heart laid bare for you.
Would mine lady touch my lance
Before I leave
Tonight
for France?’
©2024 Sarnia de la Mare
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The Soldier by The Marchioness of Dorchester (circa 1625 during the The Anglo-French War )
Babes in Blood by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA #warpoem #antiwar #poetry
So proud and strong
Upon the Backs of
Of the Weakened throng
Let Mothers wash
Their babes in blood
As the men will roar
For the chosen good
Mummy, they’re killing children again, a poem by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA #war #poetry #poem
Mummy, they’re killing children again
Mummy, they’re killing children again
I saw blood on TV this morning
over coffee
brown swishing fluids,
shit and limbs and blood
the new milk
for breakfast
Mummy, they’re killing children again
I saw men
Big
Strong
Powerful men
camouflaged in decency
a coverup so sinful
they closed their eyes
as the guns took fire
into the tiniest of beating hearts
Mummy, they’re killing children again
I saw homes
razed to unsafe grounds
where the rats now know
they are no longer
the vermin
of the earth’s war tapestries
hung so proud
on the walls of the victors
Mummy, they’re killing children again
I saw mothers wailing
their pain so deep it
ejected
their wombs,
laid bare their eggs
like a feast for the
soldiers
of hate
Mummy, they’re killing children again
when will they come
to take us
to rape us
deny us
a life once promised by
a God we can no longer find
a God who does not see us
a God who does not
hear our grief
Mummy, they’re killing children again
in front of my eyes
the bodies pile high
over breakfast
@2023 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA
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