NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 14 ~ Caught Between War and Peace

 Another Margarita ~ Joaquin Sorolla

Neutrality breathes with asthmatic gasps
in air burnt from cannon fire rumbling
its demand for yeah or nay.

Caught between war and peace
life is only a bullet’s distance
from a poppy covered grave.

She prays for her enemies by counting links on her iron rosary.


©Susie Clevenger 2013

At Real Toads Hedgewitch has inspired us with the art of Joaquin Sorolla. I chose to write a sevenling. Sunday Challenge ~ Joaquin Sorolla

Comments

Marian said…
wow. susie! powerful!
April 14, 2013 at 3:46 PM
hedgewitch said…
I included that painting because I thought it really stood out amongst Sorolla's works--you do more than do it justice here, Susie--the whole piece reflects the uncompromising nature(futility, waste, fear, loss) of war, and the sevenling is executed perfectly with that killer last line especially. Really a fine poem, and thank you so much for bringing it to the Garden.
April 14, 2013 at 4:20 PM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
A fantastic write, Susie. "life is only a bullet's distance from a poppy covered grave."
April 14, 2013 at 5:29 PM
Kay L. Davies said…
Your words are a devastating description of neutrality "caught between war and peace" — a truly amazing write, Susie, coming from a place of pain, not peace.
K
April 14, 2013 at 5:38 PM
Grace said…
Lovely form Susie ~ You painted a gritty image from the painting ~ I specially like that last line ~
April 14, 2013 at 7:29 PM
Ella said…
Wonderful interpretation~
You captured so much in this verse!
Bravo
April 14, 2013 at 7:43 PM
Jinksy said…
Impressive interpretation..
April 15, 2013 at 6:23 AM
Janine Bollée said…
Forlorn and accepting. All portrayed in the most poignant phrases.You have such a gift and are making the most of it. I wish that I had phrases like that drift into my consciousness.
So sorry for what you all are going through.
April 15, 2013 at 7:42 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
You offer such a vivid interpretation of that moment, Susie. The atmosphere is palpable her.
April 15, 2013 at 7:54 AM
Helen said…
The futility of war, the devastation ... your sevenling captures the emotion well.
April 15, 2013 at 12:23 PM
Margaret said…
I was intrigued by the defeat in her shoulders, her set. Powerful poem, killer ending.
April 15, 2013 at 7:42 PM
Margaret said…
I thought I commented here... but if not, I adored the ending. You captured her stooped shoulders and sense of giving up ...
April 15, 2013 at 8:37 PM
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