A Worthy Warrior Call

by AngelaLuisaCory   May 2, 2017


Amongst these barren hills I sense
A gasping tiny spark
Its warmth could soon abandon here
It struggles through the dark.

It lays it's tears upon the ground
Of mossy banks and peat
Wrapped in tartan moonlight
Which lies beneath my feet.

For once here stood a warrior
So young and tall and proud
The lichen binds his hands and feet
His bed is now the ground.

Above I hear an eagle cry
It echoes down the falls
It wraps around these pines and hills
A worthy warrior call.

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  • 5 months ago

    by Nicko

    Judging comment

    Beautiful rhyme and meter, this poem simply falls off the tongue. When I come across a poem like this that is so effortless to read, I find the impact of the message that much stronger. When I have visited such places as this, where men have fought and died and you stand where they stood, there are brief moments when you feel transported back in time and you stand in their footprints. That is what I sense when I read your poem. It doesn’t happen that often but when it does it’s an eerie yet exhilarating experience. Beneath the rhyme and meter you created wonderful imagery and took me there, Thanks for the journey.

  • 7 months ago

    by Tony

    So glad I stumbled across your writing. Amazing imagery. I will definitely be following you!

    • 7 months ago

      by AngelaLuisaCory

      Oh my goodness, I am so honoured that you like my writing. Thank youTony

  • 7 months ago

    by Poetess

    This is beautiful. I can almost see this as a painting!

    • 7 months ago

      by AngelaLuisaCory

      Thank you. Your kind comments do mean a lot to me

  • 7 months ago

    by Pagan Paul

    Nice ink poetess :)
    PPx

  • 7 months ago

    by Ren

    Wonderful rhyming and great imagery! Beautifully written!

    • 7 months ago

      by AngelaLuisaCory

      Thank you Ren. Your comment is much appreciated

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