Gershon Wolf Poet Narrative

Battle's Glory

O'er valley and dale
  flashed lightning and hail
Brass buttons, glimpses of steel
 
Soon bullets whizzed by
  cringing lads' shell-shocked eyes
Severed heads seen to spin and reel

Peach-fuzzed cheeks without beard
  a frantic youth's cry seared
skies the color of blood congealed

Sharp pains split his chest
  as he sobbed up the rest
of a life lost to fortune's wheel

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W.A. Cholt April 20, 2020 at 12:37 PM Great images of life, death and all the action of the battlefield. Hints of Shakespeare resonate in vivid colour. Nicely done. Gershon Wolf April 20, 2020 at 4:11 PM Whoa. Can't ask for a nicer compliment than you've given me. Thank you! :) gw

Jenish Somadas April 20, 2020 at 2:17 AM Your battle narrative is rhyming beautifully.. Even it is a sad theme, your creativity is at the best..Takecare.. Gershon Wolf April 20, 2020 at 4:10 PM Thanks, Jenish. War is never pretty. :) gw

Caren Krutsinger April 19, 2020 at 11:46 PM It is as if you were there, my friend but for some reason I was thinking of a war that would have been way before our time- The Civil War. Gershon Wolf April 20, 2020 at 1:51 AM Thanks, Caren. What you wrote really makes me feel good. Very much appreciated. :) Gershon

David Mchattie April 19, 2020 at 8:25 PM I would have made a poor soldier. My only contribution would be to use up one of the enemy's bullets. But all and all... what a tragic waste as your poem clearly shows. Stay frosty my friend. Gershon Wolf April 19, 2020 at 10:45 PM Yes. Me too, probably. Let's keep the peace! :) gw