An anti war poem based on the story of andromache wife of hector who's son was torn from her arms and thrown from the battlements of troy.She was then sold into slavery. THE STORY HAS BEEN REPEATED MANY TIMES IN THE LAST 4000 YRS
SHE STANDS THERE PALE
She stands as pale as Pallas statues stand;
Like Andromache when she turned away
And felt her strength above the Archaen sway,
While Astynax was pulled from her hands
Her face turned steadfast towards the shadowy land,
For dim beyond it looms the light of day;
Her feet are steadfast; all the arduous way
That foot-track hath not wavered across the sand
As defeat and exile hold her in sway
She stands there like a beacon thro' the night,
A pale clear beacon where the storm-drift is;
She stands alone, a wonder deathly white;
She stands there patient, nerved with inner might,
Indomitable in her feebleness,
Her face standing out against the light.
For all Humanity to see
That war was never meant to be
I love the repetition of 'she stands there' It adds strength to the whole picture of this wonder of might - nerved with an inner light - beautifully phrased Jim. A very well deserved 10 + +
Great narration with all necessary ingradients, poignance, pain and tragedy.10
A sad story told so well by you James, well done, I enjoyed reading this, Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great work from the Muse.