The beaches of troy stained in blood of the thousands of greeks killed by the trojans in defence of the great walls. - 13 November 2005


Pride in sacrifice.

The vanilla sands of your opposite respect

Stained with blood, as each grain of sand

Amalgamated with your dead, rosy duvet.

As you fall onto your knees in no regard,

Sand spat towards the heavens in reflect

To your mercurial leave.

 

 

Apollo lifted his hands in an ark,

And the sands of his cousins were cleaned.

The beach no longer spat out grains of mercy

To the grazed knees that verged.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-11-13 at 13:02

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True Words Embellished
This is wonderful. You are such a talent.
I love Greek mythology but I would've never thought of basing a piece of poetry on something like the battle of Troy. Your creativity and impeccable choice of words is enviable.

Keep up the good work.
2005-11-13


Esti D-G
Wow! You are such an old soul with so much feeling for a teenager -( I'm old and crumbly! ) You have a wonderful imagination and use of language, but I thought using "spat" twice detracts from the power of the image.
Much respect,
Luv esti
2005-11-13


Zoya Zaidi
And Penelope waited
patieNtly for eleven years...

Bravo Jhon!!!

(((HUGS)))

xxx
Zoya
2005-11-13


penfold18
Well written john the composure is very good.
2005-11-13