Thomas Henry Reynolds


Diana - Poem by Thomas Henry Reynolds

Obscene the landmine lies in wait the child's small foot to find

to trigger off the deadly blast, to kill to maim, to blind.

The woman tends her crop but bitter is the yield that blossoms forth

in crimson flame from ordnance concealed.

The seeds of death lie in the soil where peasant guides his plow.

The death lit grows day by day the amputees are legion now.

A woman holds her fractious child to sooth its fevered brow,

for her no hands to rock the cradle now.

A princess came and bravely tried to stem this rising tide

and in this one endeavor her short life justified

Topic(s) of this poem: verse

Form: Verse


Comments about Diana by Thomas Henry Reynolds

  • Jazib KamalviJazib Kamalvi (9/18/2019 12:19:00 PM)

    A refined poetic imagination, Thomas Henery. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 27, 2017



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