Poem: 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
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
Of blue eyes and raven hair
Of soft touches and kind words
Of lying with our hands entwined
Hearts fluttering like birds
Of innocence and promises
Of futures lost and burnt
My dreams wrecked and scattered
All our lives turned
She was no soldier
No land to claim or invade
She came to pick flowers
She didn't come here to be slayed
The war is over they said
The leaders met and drank wines
Their malice still littered our lands
Under the wildflowers, land mines.
Originally published in A collection of souls : an anthology of war poems for Princess Diana's Landmine appeal.
Landmine problems across the world
© 2011 Mohan Kumar
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