Monday, January 30, 2012

and the war continues ...

She braved it all;
dead bodies and arms strewn around,
the burnt flesh, the scattered heart, the smell of blood,
she braved it all
fighting the war.
In the slithering darkness of the night
she stood firm
her long limbs glistening with sweat and scream,
stiff back and upright shoulders
withstanding,
sometimes taking shelter in a trench,
warm like a mother’s lap that she long forgot
sometimes hiding underneath the bushes
 safe as in the arms of a lover that she never had;
valour hissing in her breath
gallantry flying in her hair.

The war is over.
The male soldiers of her group enter her tent
in celebration;
they come upon her
one by one and all together
in a masculine excitement
screaming victory,
"the war has ended" - they shout in triumph.

She is not part of the war anymore,
 the war lives in her now;
And for her the war continues.

23 comments:

The Unknowngnome said...

You suprised me with this. I was anticipating that the tent would be called Peace but it took the name Rape.

Elvirah said...

Beautifully written poem about the saga of a woman. True, for a woman war continues as long as she is brave to fight it.

Brian Miller said...

ugh...they come upon her, very dark...yes the war of their lives...visceral...stomach turning esp in light of my trip saturday to the holocaust museum...all too real for me right now...

booguloo said...

PTSD can be a life long companion. Here's hoping you find a way to cope.

Kay said...

wow that is some poem...strong angry words, as dark as blood...x

zongrik said...

you can't choose to be part of a war or not, it chooses you

iron mased fighter

Sue said...

That's about as disturbing as it gets.

Powerful.

ayala said...

Strong and beautiful!

Dulcina said...

You said everything, all the horror she had to bear in her particular daily war, in such a delicate way... using tender words most of the time. Only these lines "The male soldiers of her group enter her tent in celebration;they come upon her one by one and all together in a masculine excitement screaming victory" show the real war inside her.
Will we women win this war in the end...? Hope so!
An excellent contribution for women's rights in the voice of a brave poetess.
My favourite lines:
warm like a mother’s lap that she long forgot
sometimes hiding underneath the bushes
safe as in the arms of a lover that she never had.

Beautiful & touching, indeed.
:)

Trellissimo said...

Far and away the best poem I have read on this Magpie.

Rose said...

You never fail to astound me dear Moon! I have been to read this poem several times since you have posted it and your talent just oozes - you have managed to weave the most tender phrases into a pretty awful senario making your last verse even more powerful.
Bravo, bravo :D

Brian Miller said...

glad to see you at OLN...smiles.

Doctor FTSE said...

First rate work,moving and sad. I have not read many of this week's responses yet. I shall be surprised to find one better thought out and put together than this.

Natasha Head said...

Read more than one response to this prompt, but this is quite the write! Powerful pen, Poet!

HyperCRYPTICal said...

A chilling tale indeed that made me feel quite sad, yet the words needed to be written. Thank you.

Anna :o]

Mary said...

A strong, brave, well written poem which shows another side of war!

Andy said...

Hello Baishali.
Been a while since I was last here, but I am never disappointed.
So poignant & vivid.
Very nicely expressed.
Thanks for sharing & visiting.

Ygraine said...

The stuff of our worst nightmares.
You have written this with such feeling, such honesty.
Bravo!

kenny said...

Wow. I didnt know what to think at first, where I was going, the words are so thick and furious and descriptive, I was ducking and diving and weaving through a market under attack...I was at war.

Then I was a woman.

I really like this piece, I'm going to read it again.

Strong words, deadly intent, and yet there is life here.

There is courage and strength and victory.

I'll follow that woman.

Thought you'd like to look at this:

http://kolembo.wordpress.com/2011/02/07/keep-me-out-of-this-one-3/

Good writing.

R.Ramakrishnan said...

Fantastic writing & powerful imagery. The last stanza was indeed stomach wrenching stuff but a stark reality in our despicable world. One of the best you have penned.

Cynthia said...

An intriguing prose piece. I like
this woman who is powerful and victorious without being arogant.
The repetition is a great touch,
underlines the message.

Rose said...

Hey Moon, hope you had a lovefilled valentines day xxx :D

ashok said...

brilliant writing...you convey the emotions so well