Neil Crawford

Rookie - 3 Points (29/04/56 / CHESTER, ENGLAND.)

Truce Or Surrender? - Poem by Neil Crawford

From tearstained bone my flagpole bloomed
and yet I have no flag to fly.

No regimental colours, no darling lady's favour,
no flag of nation or factional standard do I own.

Hoist then, the dull grey sheet, a fabric, zero portrait,
pronouncing inner blank and reluctance to exist.

Whispering weak apologies and incredible apologies
I nailed my life to the flagpole and stole guiltily away.

From tearstained bone my flagpole bloomed
and yet I have no flag to fly.


Comments about Truce Or Surrender? by Neil Crawford

  • Diane Hine (4/20/2012 7:47:00 PM)


    The flag of truth is grey, but fantasy can add a little colour.
    Moving poem.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 20, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 21, 2012


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