Red in the Field

by The Wild Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

After the guns, the field made no speech. It lifted poppies through the damaged ground, red as a warning, red as a wound learning weather. We pin the paper flower close to the heart, not because beauty repairs war, but because forgetting is another kind of loss.
47 words · 11 lines · Free Verse
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