Category: History

Unknown Soldier

Photo from Bayeux Cemetery, Normandy

Unknown Soldier

Here lies a body
of a soldier unknown
A brave warrior
snatched from this life
to serve with honor
and distinction
What of you young man?
Were you married
with a pretty wife
and babies in arms?
Were you maybe
a drafted teenager?
A son of proud parents
who will cry forever more
We shed tears of sadness
to see your unmarked grave
never knowing
what might have been
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Laura is hosting Tuesday Poetics at D'Verse tonight
and has prompted us with the graves of those we do not know.
We have been asked to choose from the following;

Choose the character from the Norris or the Longfellow poem or even one of Captain Cat’s old seasalts (follow the link above to the text – its near the beginning)

OR find a similar poem that introduces a deceased character for you to fill in or posit the details

OR pick a name from a headstone in any churchyard or cemetery
bring the deceased to life by letting them speak (first person) or speak with them (2nd person) or speak about them (3rd person)
it is NOT the whole life story that is required but the essence of the person’s character and life
Meter and rhyme is entirely your own choice

Word Prompts:

Honor - Word of the Day
Distinction - RDP

Fire Festival – Up Helly Aa

Fire Festival

Once more
the night of fire
returns
Transforming
personalities
Exploring
Experimenting
with hidden desires
and identities
The fierceness
of the festival
Mesmerizing
Magical
Rejoicing
Winter’s end
 

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo
Challenge.  Her photo reminded me of the Viking
Fire Festivals in Scotland.

Read more about Up Helly Aa It is an annual
Viking Fire Festival in the Shetland Isles off the
east coast of Scotland in the North Sea.

Color Outside The Lines

Color Outside The Lines

We breathe the same air
and bleed the same blood
You see what I see
It sticks in your craw
and we will disagree
 
Your skin is light
And mine is dark
Our pigments differing
Geography determined
Tempers simmering
 
The Mighty Whitey
Ruled the roost
We lived under your thumb
Fearing the whip
Taken from whence we come
 
We still pay the price
For not being like you
We melt in the same pot
Freedom long since coming
We still ain’t got what you got
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Anmol (alias Ha) is hosting D’Verse Poets
tonight. we are celebrating Black History Month
and he has prompted us to write a poem either
using one that he suggested or one of our choosing.

I was inspired by the following
Langston Hughes Poem

"Poet to Bigot"

I have done so little
For You
And you have done so little
For me
That we have good reason
Never to agree

I, however,
Have such meagre
Power,
Clutching at a
Moment
While you control
An hour

But your hour is
A stone

My moment
is a flower


Image by geir fløde from Pixabay 

Rock of Ages

Rock of Ages

As daylight kissed
the flowery fields
and the sun rose
over the hill
the planted stones
trembled once more
and birds scattered
amid their shrill
 
Ancient rocks
worn with age
standing in position
testing time
Shifting and leaning
with each shudder
of earth’s movement
and continuing rhyme
 
 
 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Weekly
Write/Photo Challenge


Word Prompt

Daylight - RDP

Enough Already

Enough Already

A year wished
to be forgotten
from the first
January day
Testing strength
and perseverance
Love and hate
An existence put
on hiatus while
hidden horrors
played Russian roulette
with hearts and minds
Slaves to medicines
and opinions                            
Mixed feelings haunting
and undermining 
Toying and tricking
Tripping and taunting
with theoretical tripe
Praying for this
year to end
 
 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Year - Stream of Consciousness
Hiatus - Word of the Day
Theoretical - FOWC
Mixed Feelings - RDP


Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay 

Kindred Spirit

Kindred Spirit

My kindred spirit
we grew at the same time
but thousands
of miles apart
Destiny brought
us together
eventually and
a chance to restart
 
A connection
from our distant history
Knowing you
but how?
Lovers, perhaps
Yet it is a cruel love
One of deep emotion
Then and now
 
Could it be
Master and slave
from centuries past?
Crime and punishment
Why else would
love be so jagged?
Hearts that will never mend
Hidden in its diminishment
 
Is a lesson to be learned
this time around?
I ask as I heal myself
in silence, alone
I am no slave to anyone
At any time
This treatment
I can no longer condone
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Prompts

How do we heal ourselves - OctPoWriMo
Jagged - WotD
Mend - RDP
Kindred - Christine' daily writing prompt
Go Dog Go Cafe
Promote Yourself Monday
Go Dog Go Cafe

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay 

	    

Bonfire Night

Bonfire Night

Sparks shooting stars
up to the night sky
from the dried,
crackling wood
A child stares
into the flames
mesmerized
where he stood
 
This night
of fireworks and fire 
Bonfires burning
a Guy Fawkes effigy
Spare a penny
for the Guy mister?
Remember, remember 
the fifth of November
is the age-old elegy

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo

For those not familiar with Guy Fawkes day
and why it is celebrated, you can read about
him here

The Clearing

The Clearing

The sound of hooves on gravel
now in the distant past
The ground underfoot became soft
as she reached the clearing at last
 
Shelter from the noon day sun
was a welcome retreat
She nimbly dismounted her horse
Content to be out of the heat
 
It was not as she remembered
The foliage thicker, outstretched
She searched for the oak tree
Where their initials were etched 
 
The old watering trough
where they used to meet
Now hardly visible
and covered in mossy peat
 
Something always drew her to this place
Why had she come here this day?
Memories relived but soon forgotten
She mounted and rode away
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Write/Photo  - Shade

Word Prompt 
Nimble

Summer of ’74

Summer of ’74

It was spitting rain
in the heavy morning air
Big fat drops 
Spotting the pavement 
in polka dotted flair
 
Hotter than a stolen tamale
That summer of ‘74
Sweltering days passing
slower than molasses
Until you could take it no more
 
Irritable and sweaty
No energy for much
Tempers flared often
Among lovers and kin
who could barely touch
 
Finally, the heavens opened
and we danced in the street
It rained cats and dogs
Seeking vengeance on the sun
Our satisfaction replete
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

National Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWriMo
Day 10 - April 10th

Todays Prompt:
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that starts
from a regional phrase, particularly one to describe a weather
phenomenon. You may remember one from growing up, but
if you’re having trouble getting started, perhaps one of these
regional U.S. phrases used to describe warm weather will
inspire you. 


Word Prompt

Vengeance

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