Abandoned hearths

The year is 1918

and women sit by their

abandoned hearths

waiting for their boys

to return in a parade

of banners and splendour:

red white and blue

but in the flames

they cannot help but see sorrow

in swirls of grey;

ashen faces accustomed

to the smell and taste of death

boys who became men

lost in the land made for no man.

 


 

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Signed copies on Etsy

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