Last week, we shared a poetry prompt: War. Here’s a poem shared by one of our esteemed readers and contributors, Mamta Joshi on the poetry prompt: War.
War has no preface
No epilogue
It hovers over her soul
Like a shadow
Punctuated briefly by bombs
Curdling her bowels
Her senses numb from fear.
This life, this land, this house
Is all she has.
No neighbors anymore
To greet or to wave goodbye
The spreading tops of oak and pine
Make a canopy of memory
She moves away silently
Her desires shaken and changed.
The stench of blood and charred flesh
An open-air barbecue
Without any guests
Does History change a thing?
What is lost is gone forever
Leaving scars to flaunt
Fire gives way to ashes
That smolder
To be stoked again.
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