The return

Through the clouds
over the hills
across a world
pock marked
by war

a child
and a sandwich
made from black rye bread
travelled
her suitcase
bartered and borrowed
sorrowed and sawn

a teddy bear stuffed
with sawdust

and the dank smell
from a harbour
and sailors
war sore
hearts torn

fractured families
return
and peace
has never
been so
shocked
as a soldier
offering
a square of chocolate




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-05-08 at 18:32

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Vivid and affecting. Thank you for posting it!
2020-05-12


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice, so many vivid images.
2020-05-08


Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
Dear Elle,

I am moved by the rocking of the ship and the beating of the heart.

Stay safe and well.

Cheers,

Chris
2020-05-08