Red Sails
'Midst cannon smoke the sun arose, blood red
To spread the night's cold horrors on the bay
Our tattered sails waved farewells to the dead
Rain washing both our blood and shame away
No more would beasts of war be freed or fed
Or mankind's conscience let such madness lay.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Each Letter Threads The Verse" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor.
* This is a form called "The Harrisham Rhyme", created by Harrisham Minhas, from Punjab, India. It is a six-line poem with the rhyme scheme: ababab. In this form, the last letter of the first word of each line, is the first letter of the first word of the next line. I hope you enjoy it! *
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