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rifles held to temples (gold)



scared child
all of five years old
hides behind dense thicket
dirty hands covering innocent ears
gunfire crashes overhead
and soldiers storm family home
dragging mother, father and brother
to their knees
with rifles pressed to temples
he loses everything
believing himself invisible
until footstep sound creep up from behind




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50 words or less on the contest prompt

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  • daviscth silver member
    November 18, 2008

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    Congradulations on winning the golden cup my dear friend. Your entry was overflowing with imagery and gave me more than a few shivers.


  • Manda Kathryn Greeters member
    November 17, 2008

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    I actaully got a chill up my spine when I read the last line and I was so close to crying!
    I thought of Rwanda when I read this

    Just amazing!

    Thank You for Your Entry & Best of Luck
    Stay safe
    ~Manda


  • dustookie2
    November 8, 2008

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    Hood Winked!!

    Now you are sending chills through me....all so sad that this happens and will happen .... so much in so few words. I can relate a number of experiences to these lines and I will never understand why men of war must kill innocent children and women yet they stand up and want respect shown to them and their causes......they are supposed to be adults ... so sad we just never learn from killing and murder because reality is weapons are meant to main or kill ....Very nicely crafted Good luck in the contest. I must thank you for the pleasure of this poetic journey


  • katzeyez
    November 3, 2008

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    Oh my this is filled with such vivid feeling and imagery! Such an excellent take on the prompt and such a sad one too.
    Good luck to you.
    Katz xx