MISSING

A quadrille for dVerse poetics using the word ‘still’.  ANZAC Day

Still air where mist
shrouds the hilltops
above the winding meander
of the river
leaves hang
suspended in time
some the colour of poppies
that stain those distant hills
far from home you lie
in some unknown land
but still here
in my heart

 

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