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 
Value;
Controlled, puppeteered through
Blissful ignorance
From the chambers,
Intelligible.

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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