Would you care to C/C a soldier's Halloween poem?

"sharpening' maybe? lol

good poem

"Broken Broomsticks"

It is the night when wildlings dance,

and ghosts may leave their graves,

where faces show honesty askance,

for masks make all men brave.

I want to shed my skin tonight,

and dance beneath round moon,

I must wear a mask of dusk light,

youth murdered far too soon.

Let fairies flit and wolves cry out,

let dervishes spin on.

My heart, my soul, long to shout,

while still are slaves to dawn.

So armor battered, eyes tear-stained,

I long for pasts restored;

I dream of life unhindered, free,

while polishing my sword.

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Quite different poem, with your unsheathed mind's quill to dance and fight enchantingly. I liked the poem, and proposed a few minor alterations. We missed you! Welcome back!

Giorgio

I easily have by no skill been to conflict And so by no skill in subject of stay and loss of existence yet in my experience of existence Such likewise circumstances do come by way of dealing with a bombardment from all factors the place the best guy could berserk And finding a wishful answer is divine yet a splash prayer calms the strategies And here is unquestionably no longer my determination i could face it and choose .

Solid work as always Evadne. Nice to read you again. Especially liked how you used both instances of the masks and the shedding of the skin.

Your rhythm and rhyme cannot be faulted. Also the content - pretty thought provoking. The only thing that gave me pause, was the line - youth murdered far too soon- If you have a line like that you have to follow up with details, content wise .

Let it be misconstrued to shed clothes and raises our arms

Praise the nature of the world- bare, without sounding alarms

Lead the battle on

Purrrfect poem for this day and age.I love your style.

your poem has a different take on Halloween.

It's good.