Symphonies of war.

Symphonies of war.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

As the melody
was played
on strings arched,
the arrows pointed,
centre stage.

The criss cross
of blades had chimes tingle,
while the click of the muskets
resonated bass;
all had range
that fired echoes.

Symphonies of war
dished out in unison
with no encores drawn
on the final curtain..

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 1, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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