The Reaper's Harvest

Discussion in 'U.K.' started by Peace-Phoenix, May 26, 2004.

  1. Peace-Phoenix

    Peace-Phoenix Senior Member

    I'm going to try to turn this poem into a bit of an art piece, with war imagery and protest pictures. I'm going to use it to campaign for RESPECT, and may try to get it into the local press....

    The Reaper's Harvest

    With blinkered eyes I cast my gaze,
    Across a field sown with uttered lies;
    Watered with the tears of an innocence lost
    To the caterpillar tracks that heave the plough
    Of obscured intentions, beneath the mourning haze.
    My blood turns black!
    Once red, it seeps now into the sands
    Of empires long since passed
    To time’s embrace, where I, face down, now follow.
    New empires rise above me,
    My blood is black, crude and sold;
    A bitter liquor, sweetened by soft words
    Of freedom’s fallacy for which I fought.
    Oil-seed war, a field sown,
    A harvest reaped, my body strewn…
    The world turns black.
     
  2. chickabean

    chickabean Senior Member

    i like it but at the same time i really really really dont coz it mkaes me feel euuurggghhh...i dont know what the word is. it makes me very sad, but i guess its supposed to provoke emtion so its good and effective. nice one sal...the poet strikes again ;)
     
  3. Claire

    Claire Senior Member

    I know what you mean Luchi!

    I can't wait to see the finished piece, complete with artwork:)

    Love Clairexxx
     
  4. Ellie-Rose

    Ellie-Rose Le Muppet

    Very good!!!

    Very Emotional and dark!!

    But.. Very good!!!

    :D
     

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