Tuesday, 7 September 2010

Battlehill Trilogy by Anne Rogers, June 2010

1. Battle

Wind tore through the forest, roaring its discontent.
Trees groaned and screamed, held in a manic Mexican wave.
Some fell, ripped from the earth, leaving open wounds.
Some lay supported by their neighbours – dying not yet dead.

Sated the wind moved on. Silently rabbits returned; fed amongst the fallen,
dug in newly exposed earth.


2. Peace

A circle of light, lush green growth.

Branches sweep the ground, plants seek the sky.

Birds’ crazy harmonies enhance the peace.


3. Requiem

The old men of the forest bow their heads in conference.
Ready to take up their roots and walk they have no fear.
Ignore their message if you dare.

Their prophet stands amongst them, limbs shocked into prayer.
“All life is one; don’t break the chain.”
Ignore his message if you dare.


The fathers have eaten sour grapes and the children’s teeth are set on edge

Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust Earth to Earth

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