A coverlet of verdant green
lies nestled between quiet fields
of swaying golden wheat
and stalks of ripening corn
which are first to yawn and stretch,
offer up a prayer,
as dawn's mourning is greeted
with glistening tips of bayonets
hidden beneath harmless cotton clouds,
a nightmare resurrected
of fear-filled hate, where duty
becomes a river flowing red
of brothers, fathers, cousins,
bonds of love, ignored,
sacrificed for Old Glory's cause.
Ideals don't matter much,
death has no bias
as heroes quickly become
gloriously, tragically dead.
With the setting sun,
all will rise, walk and laugh,
put strife and conflict to rest,
and plan for next year's celebration
of the day romanticism died
a gory death, September 1862,
upon this coverlet of verdant green.
by Margaret Bednar, June 16, 2013
|"Bloody Lane", Antietam National Battlefield|
This is linked with "dVerse - Poetics: Beauty is Everywhere". Try to use metaphors, adjectives and adverbs - create something beautiful contrasting it with something ugly. I worked really hard on this... only to read the instructions further that the contrast wasn't necessary. ha!
I'm still glad I struggled (and it may need tweaking). What immediately came to my mind was Antietam National Battlefield, the bloodiest day of the Civil War. Every year it has a reenactment of that day, and last year its 150 anniversary was celebrated. The grounds are spectacularly beautiful and the day of reenactment quite exciting and fun. I'm sure 1862 was quite different.
Also linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Open Link Monday"