David Stephens

Rookie (June 6 1944 / London)

Your Scarlet Coat - Poem by David Stephens

As you walked across the fields of snow
your scarlet coat was like the blood
of some tiny wounded animal.

Your moon-like face was bright
and when at last you came into my arms
I saw the snowflakes dying in your hair.


Comments about Your Scarlet Coat by David Stephens

  • (10/24/2016 3:59:00 PM)

    This is a voice from way back! I hope you respond. It would be good to catch up on these many years. Tony Woodcock (Report)Reply

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  • (12/23/2007 4:12:00 PM)

    Since this is the only way I can get to you, WRITE SOME MORE. (Report)Reply

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  • (12/23/2007 4:09:00 PM)

    Most times, a poem like this goes on and on and on, to boring death. But this one left me very hungry for more. Beautiful poem. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 3, 2011


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