THE WARRIOR SUN

A different perspective on military success

The pathway was dappled

golden by the sun

and the soldier marched proudly

with her automatic gun.

The trees, they were ancient

guardians of time

and the soldier was singing

a military rhyme.

But the sun that was shining

saw through her song,

was aware of the misery

she carried along.

And it blinked for a moment,

a century or more,

as the men and the women

declared a new war.

Bleach winds, they blew coldly,

through forest and plain,

and the mountains were crumbled

by ice from the rain.

An age is forever

in the darkness of night,

but the fury is followed

by a new ray of light.

So the pathway was dappled

once more by the sun,

but for the men and their armies

the battle was won.

And time was the victor

for time won the war

and she who had marched there

was singing no more.

She lay on the fresh ground,

her flesh turned to dust

and her bright shining weapon

was ochre with rust.

© Peter Rogerson 12.10.10

Reviews

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An excellent piece of writing.

Flows very well and wonderfully rhymed.

Very nice work!

[Inject Positivity]

Story in a poem. Excellent work. At the end her voice that was singing, lost in the world of time with her automatic gun... Adventurous!!

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Peter Rogerson]

I like contrasting the softness that is feminine with the harshness which is humanity. And throw in time....?

[Tony Jordan]

Joan of Arc, Boadicea, Maeve all came to mind reading this (its refreshing to read about women warriors)
There is but one leveller though. Time.
Excellent poetry Peter.