Best Poems Written by Gwen Banta

Son of Seoul

SON OF SEOUL


		Child presses sweet head to her,
		While mother holds fast to him
		Man busses forehead, soft lips tight
		‘Gainst acorn-colored skin.
		
		From ashes G.I. soldiers rose
		To souls of Seoul set free.
		Much taller than the rest, one stood
		‘Bove war-torched Calvary.
		
		And drifting now to streets of home
		And bird-song tones of voice,
		Her heart aches for freedom sounds.
		Her sentence, Life, was choice.

		Hiding loneliness in a treasure chest
		Her soldier man won't find, 
		She forever bleeds for Seoul's sweet spice
		to free her captured mind.

		This child on her lap had been
		Her altar-offering hope
		That life could rupture forth again
		Through scourge of blood and smoke.

		But images of her home dissolve
		As Soldier-shell draws in
		And presses tight dead lips against
		Her acorn-colored skin.

Copyright © Gwen Banta | Year Posted 2018