Love's Call.

 

 

Love's Call.

 

In the thick black bark of sleep a familiar image
cuts through dreaming's anchor
as his call imprints stress on her famished mind.

 

New day's sharp sun stirs to brew more acid taste 
of empty aloneness
and summertime weeps in grass-widow anguish.

 

Scent of past bonds lose their steady as fear rises
to invade her waiting 
and bloom of hope dies with chilled apprehension.

 

Kiss of farewell left her lips ever wet with shed 
streams of tears rivering 
inwards for bravery crumples from anticipation.

 

Now distance divided his battle- bruised longing 
yearns for cessation as
gun-hounded eyes can see only the futile of war.

 

She, hearing love's call sadly asks will he return.

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

some very lilting longing lamenting lines dear Fay. Your words lend to sort of a fuddle feeling giving sense of her disarray as she pines for her love. The lines cadence also conveys the sense of distance not just in miles but also in affection in a very clever way you depict both perspectives. all of this is no easy task let alone the brevity of lines it took for you to capture it. A very fine write

[Fay Slimm]

Oh My ! - what a well constructed comment along with its discernment of the needed effort to duly compose feelings when war takes control of two lives - - so pleased you thought that sense of distance was captured. Many thanks Robert for dropping by for the read.

[Neville]

I am both glad and proud to be the first to leave his mark upon these fine words, this love song, this mane... You are indeed a credit to ya pen, and vice versa :)

[Fay Slimm]

Delighted you like it and its tale of grass-widows....... many thanks Nev. and am pleased I accessed a picture at last................ Fay