Wednesday, 11 September 2013

This wondrous now

This wondrous 
now drenched in blood day
was a pristine perfect dawn
only moments ago 
A rose-tipped morning
held promise 
of a new beginning 
now splattered with crimson 
by hate-filled swords 
Sweet notes of birdsong 
scented the air 
now fouled by agonised cries 
of men cut down mercilessly
Wounded doves of peace
drop feebly from a clear sky 
now darkened by vultures
waiting to feast 
on the carcass 
of humanity

*Written to fit this brief: Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to write a poem that starts with the phrase "This wondrous now..." Your poem can be about any topic, but must start with the exact phrase (not a paraphrase, or a play on the phrase).


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