Poem: Wild Flowers
Wild Flowers
My love exploded in a thousand pieces
as she stepped to pick a wild flower
Her dreams vapourised in a sulphurous light
In a thunderous clap of power
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I stood on the hill deaf, dumb and blinded
The air reeked of her blood
Pieces of her flew over my head
My mind emptied of thoughts that fled
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Of blue eyes and raven hair
Of soft touches and kind words
Of lying with our hands entwined
Hearts fluttering like birds
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Of innocence and promises
Of futures lost and burnt
My dreams wrecked and scattered
All our lives turned
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She was no soldier
No land to claim or invade
She came to pick flowers
She didn't come here to be slayed
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The war is over they said
The leaders met and drank wines
Their malice still littered our lands
Under the wildflowers, land mines.
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Mohan Kumar
Originally published in A collection of souls : an anthology of war poems for Princess Diana's Landmine appeal.
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Landmine problems across the world
© 2011 Mohan Kumar