Oh Red Dragon, burn our blood fearless as wild fire.
And come conquer with us through these silent fields of yellow,
where our Celtic brothers lay dead, upon the blood stained daffodils.
A contest entry
- Three Lines Of Wonder by poets whisper.
700 points, ended November 4, 104 entries
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Comments
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oh, this is a fine and most evocative poem! Full of mystery and possibilities... who where these Celts? their enemies? the time and place in history? wonderfully done poem. I loved it, loved it!!


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silent fields of yellow
Gah, hon! You are such an imagery master and this piece is soooo powerful! LOVED this. Thanks for the share!

Mike

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Nice job!
It's short and sweet, but is not lacking detail and connection.
Very well done!



