RAINE REFLECTIONS

Resistance

 

I saw the poplars bend 


against the wind 


a line of noble archers 


bows drawn,


armed in tension 


sapling-spring muscles


waiting to be loosed


against the pale sky


where are the arrows


of these pallid efforts?


an unarmed resistance


wages war against


an invisible enemy


leaves fall to the ground


a mosaic of coloured flags


upon a bed of cold earth


the war of hues ends


after the colours


have bled dry;


ashes to ashes,


dust to dust
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© Christopher Raine

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