The wind whispers many secrets
Twisted tales and tender tidings alike
But this gale gusted without warning
And we heard-
but did not listen!
Howls within wails
It speaks of disaster
The pursuit of lost glory days
Attacks on innocents
The siege of greed
Once we built a drawbridge
We were weary, but safe
Until the days of peace
When stone replaced wood and iron
As we lay the foundations of progress
And yet our blood still remembers war
Our genes know its stench
And the wind is rife with it
Cruel be these days
Rage festered from lost joy
And young ones forced to come of age
We are addicted to its taste
It fuels timid hearts
War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?
You might have picked up on hints at the Ukrainean invasion by Putin. The three prompts collectively steered my thoughts there. It’s all over the news and we all have many fears on what sort of precedent it sets for less militarized nations if it’s allowed to happen.
For Colleen’s syllabic challenge I wrote the pair of butterfly cinquains in italics on the theme transition
For Caley’s writephoto, bridge.
For Reena’s xploration challenge, use this statement in your piece; War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?
Stay safe everyone, Stay loving.