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210th Weekly Poetry Contest honorable mention: Scars On A Beauty

by Regina

Clover and moss adornment
fields of ancient emerald mellow
with spring lambs innocent,
elderly farmer with a tea stained smile.

Yet, North of there,
her people warring,
life spills on concrete,
in the singing wind
are the songs of the Troubles.

My maiden, my Eire,
are you ever at rest?
Where are your children?
Sons and daughters,
youth no more to come home,
Scars on a beauty,
she, she,
will it go on into eternity?

My beauty, the souls, and shamrocks
in the dew,
weep just as much as you.

210th Weekly Poetry Contest