04-24-2014, 05:33 PM
My inspiration came from:- Gillian Clark – The field mouse.
Mice and Children
Two factions filed off the bus
in tight formation and split
according to rank and regiment.
The attack party set off,
lobbing word grenades.
The war of hatred was halted
when they saw it.
Just a slight ripple, a tell
that fell counter to the wind
on the long march home.
Slinking in single file,
the lone child espied the stricken beast.
His curtain of blades twitched
by whiskers and feet;
a mouse was enough for a cease fire.
For a moment,
it was Christmas eve replayed;
the weapons were laid down
and children gathered around
to share a paradigm shift.
The sun reflected
off his eye, which gleamed,
a tear drop refraction of light
to pierce the leather bound hearts.
Then the wind changed.
All but one marched off.
Two children carried the creature
and made it a shoebox home.
But mice and children cannot survive
on hope alone
and true to life it soon died.
One name on a grace list
was not enough to shift
the ingrained mistrust and ancient
power lust that filled the sunken roads,
they remain war zones.
Mice and Children
Two factions filed off the bus
in tight formation and split
according to rank and regiment.
The attack party set off,
lobbing word grenades.
The war of hatred was halted
when they saw it.
Just a slight ripple, a tell
that fell counter to the wind
on the long march home.
Slinking in single file,
the lone child espied the stricken beast.
His curtain of blades twitched
by whiskers and feet;
a mouse was enough for a cease fire.
For a moment,
it was Christmas eve replayed;
the weapons were laid down
and children gathered around
to share a paradigm shift.
The sun reflected
off his eye, which gleamed,
a tear drop refraction of light
to pierce the leather bound hearts.
Then the wind changed.
All but one marched off.
Two children carried the creature
and made it a shoebox home.
But mice and children cannot survive
on hope alone
and true to life it soon died.
One name on a grace list
was not enough to shift
the ingrained mistrust and ancient
power lust that filled the sunken roads,
they remain war zones.