Friday, November 22, 2013

Across A Red Sea

Photo ~ China Travel Go

I am not a sailor
who has sailed
upon an ocean
painted turquoise,
but I once found
my way across
a crimson sea.

Upon its blood red
I gloried in the irony
that freedom sang
a birdsong and not
a funeral hymn 
written by guns of war.


©Susie Clevenger 2013


 At Real Toads Hannah introduced us to the beautiful Red Beach in Panjin, China to use as inspiration for our writing. 

15 comments:

howanxious said...

Really nice. Well-penned. :-)
-HA

Susan said...

Perfect!

grapeling said...

strong pen, Susie - well conceived and expressed ~

Sumana Roy said...

very nicely written.....we need that red....

Kerry O'Connor said...

Brava, Susie!

I love every line - fine thoughts, well-executed.

ayala said...

Nicely penned.

Grace said...

I specially love this part:

that freedom sang
a birdsong and not
a funeral hymn
written by guns of war.

Bill Nicholls said...

Well written

Lisa A. Williams said...

Stunning!

Susie Swanson said...

Beautifully written as usual. You outdone yourself on this. Hugs!

Kay L. Davies said...

"I once found my way across a crimson sea"...wow, this makes me believe anything can happen. Just fabulous, Susie.
Luv, K

kaykuala said...

Certainly ironical that freedom should be tinged in crimson red with shadows of war. Nicely written Susie!

Hank

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love this - the crimson sea - and the birdsong instead of a song "written by the guns of war". Powerful.

Hannah said...

I love the tone of hope in the line about birdsong and the image you capture in vivid color...that turquoise clashes beautifully with crimson.

Thank you for joining, Susie!

Siggi in Downeast Maine said...

Grace said
I specially love this part:

that freedom sang
a birdsong and not
a funeral hymn
written by guns of war.
and
it is true for me too.
The entire piece had a musical quality to me, even as read and not spoken out loud.

Love it.
Thank you
Peace
Siggi