Verse 1:
Annabelle,
The gent’s here will not wait
for your goodbyes;
Nor can I.
For tonight
we march!
to the swallow’s nest.
Can you hear their melody?
that crescendo!
of screams?
When the lightning
danced on our bayonets,
Annabelle,
did you see?
Verse II
At 19:41 p.m.
The olive trees were still.
and every boy
held his breath.
Annabelle did you?
At 19:44 p.m.
beneath the swallow’s shells,
Annabelle,
I thought of you,
when to the earth I fell.
In 19:45
Matthew Chance had passed.
With his dying breath, he saw
Annabelle
at last.
Author notes
Once again, I don't think this poem as a definitive ending, please leave you're thoughts.
What do you think?
Comments
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this is just fantastic...all ofyour work is so lovely!
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This is really good.
"and every boy held
his breath"
This does sound a bit awkward. in my opinion it would flow better
"and every boy
held his breath"
It's you poem though. Very well written. My favorite part was:
When the lightning
danced on our bayonets,
Annabelle,
did you see?
I love it!
My very very favorite part is: danced on our bayonets. good job arty!
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