THE TRENCH by Tim Davies #StarfishClub #WritingCommunity #Coffeeandachat


SOFT NOW, BE STILL IN THE CHILL OF THE MORNING
A LUCIFER FLARES IN THE CUP OF A HAND
REFLECTING A FACE IN ITS YOUTH’S FLEETING SECOND AND LINING IT DEEP WITH ITS DUTY TO STAND
MURMURING VOICES SOUND LOUD IN THE STILLNESS FLOWING THE TRENCH LIKE A RIVER IN SPRING SPARKLING BRIGHT IN THEIR YOUTH’S FLEETING SECOND AND CARRIED ALOFT LIKE A BIRD ON THE WING
THEN COMES THE SUMMONS, THAT GUT-WRENCHING WHISTLE “OVER THE TOP LADS!” THE GAME MUST BE PLAYED
THE HARVEST, TO-SOON RIPE IN YOUTH’S FLEETING SECOND IS REAPED BY THE STUTTERING SWEEP OF THE BLADE
© Tim Davies 2015