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yellowing moon

by Peter Humphreys

as the wind
that shook
the barley
bites the hand
we stand
upon the edge of
no-man's land
looking down
across the
fields of mud
and as the
clouds skit
scud across
the yellowing moon
I wonder
if I came
too soon
upon this place
where heaven
and earth
do meet
in muddied hell
and as the
church bell
tolls
for even mass
and armed men
creep crawl
and scurry past
a bright red
poppy bloods
the freezing
grass

11/25/2006

Posted on 11/25/2006
Copyright © 2021 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/26/06 at 12:02 AM

Hi Peter. "this place where heaven and earth do meet in muddied hell"....very inspired! Love that line, but I really like it all. Great write.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/28/06 at 03:56 PM

"the wind" sets the mood perfectly and chillingly in this piece, as you ponder muddied fields and your place in time here. Really a classic for the world condition right now.

Posted by Katerina T Nix on 11/30/06 at 08:41 AM

I really enjoyed reading this poem. Great use of imagery and it flowed so well. Well done. -Kat :)

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