The Moon Rose Like A Pirate Poem by Gert Strydom

The Moon Rose Like A Pirate



The moon rose like a pirate
with one bloody eye
and far away in the sky
a star shell glittered the light of day.

Like ghosts with only minute lights burning
our armoured cars crept
into the death dark night
until someone spotted a enemy tank
and then some more

and gun after gun flashed alive
sending their messengers
into the dark.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,ghosts
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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