Ladies of Whim: Heavy Hearts
The pities of morning papers
of deaths and their survivors.
Starlight sea, titanic stone sunset
perfect days, soldiers to pacifists.
Tired horses left at lighthouses
morning mules onto new roads.
No more bluebirds along the path
just long steps left before Canada.
Their first war Christmas repasts
harsh lights, woven purple thread.
Entwined brethren eavesdropped
mothering years of mud and mist.
Folk undone by marching feet
long soaking mountain storms.
Have we not seen wars’ children
their graves fodder gone beyond.
Only yellow warblers will wing
when next millennium arrives.
We sing America the Beautiful
above the battle
as around the sun Apollo laughs.
. . . . .
Source: Massachusetts Women Poets:
Selected titles by Katherine Lee Bates
Process: Pick-mix cento triads