In a trench on the frontline
with a periscope, I survey
the no man’s land in front of me.
The moon is a hunter’s moon
where any movement is silhouetted
against the night sky.
I sit and watch
for the clouds across the moon
when we will get the orders
to climb over the top and charge
to meet the enemy eye to eye
never knowing if you are going to die.
You will if you are caught
under a hunter’s moon.
12 December 2009
The picture you paint here is fraught with emotional imprint David - - very moving, and deserves more than ten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Have never before heard that expression, 'Hunter's Moon'; very intriguing.