March

A continuation of my month series.

A season for battles in times gone by,

Mars holding still and sounds the horn,

To war we go and kill all those lucky,

Take home the few to mill the corn.

Emily express our need for expectation,

A search never ending in light and mind,

Gardening sulks and wines in this spring,

Clever writers bully those of simple kind.

A month dedicated to bed's and pigs,

Very beings to rest and eat bacon,

Prayers last for times on times in time,

None hold back and we are forsaken.

Saint David holds true and never lies,

The third in all of us to savour hold,

March you darling budding space in year,

Now Mothers come forth to sooth and scold!

Author's Note

Honesty in the year!

Reviews

[sushi]

Its beautiful.... The victory of war for one and death for the other.

Loved the 2 stanza a lot...

"Emily express our need for expectation,
A search never ending in light and mind,
Gardening sulks and wines in this spring,
Clever writers bully those of simple kind."

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you x

[Sami Khalil]

First, you have created a great series and that was brilliant. Secondly, you are marching on with the seasons and their steps. A splendid poem...:)..........

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you x

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome in any month...:).......................

[Lyn Anderson]

This is great. I would be remiss, however, if I did not question bed's and its seemingly unnecessary apostrophe. :) Thanks for sending the request.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Maybe! thank you x

[Frieda P]

Quite a kraken for March, incredible imagery dear....beds and pigs's oh my, who thinks of this month in that manner, oh right you! ;-) You're bat shyte crazy brilliant.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

lol, thank you x

[A. Amos]

amazing piece, neatly created my friend...good job

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you A