Sunday, 26 June 2016

In Flight We Soar, A Nation Recalls | A Poem

This is a poem I wrote earlier on in the year to mark the celebrations of the Easter Rising. It is a slightly different viewpoint on these events. I submitted it to various publications and competitions, but it's pretty clear that it was not a contender! So, I thought it was about time I shared it on the blog. Let me know what you think, do you have any thoughts on the Rising?

In Flight We Soar, a Nation Recalls | A Poem
It was Easter 1916, 
Leaders believed and followers wondered
To share the same heavenly spirit?
Enriched, embedded, embroidered 
In pride –
A technicolour of hope to dust
Our hearts for an age.
A simple case of empowerment of
The Soul,
Iridescence of the Mind,
To purify a cause,
Soldiers ran freely,
Luck being the only weapon.

What do we have to show
These comrades?
We are still scraping through
Iron gates of monetary 
Controlled, puppeteered through
Blissful ignorance
From the chambers,

A steadfast yearn for stability
Both liberal and moral,
One promise rings out
To call
Another rising;
To Cherish All Children,
Ripped, ridiculed, repressed
In hands that 
Slipped through time

I would visit them,
Share stories in a glass house
In the scoop of a mountain
Where the mist of March
Comes down to meet
The greenest hue
To show the world
All the reasons 
This should not have been;

Born, bred, brazed and beautiful,
A young soldier,
His helpless mother,
Their tears shake the land.

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