Cold Steel Poem by jerry hughes
Cold Steel
'I parried, but my hands were loath and cold.
Let us sleep now.' Wilfred Owen
Between the trenches no-mans land.
Strategies had us confront one another.
I didn't know you my brother,
but blood would be our bond.
You thrust, I parried.
Thus we fought, and died.
I saw your lips form 'mutter, '
as 'mother' hissed through mine.
i had to study wilfred owen's poetry also for school, some of his others though. i liked how you brought the two soldiers together jerry, it made it out as a very emotional and engaging poem.
Such a complex idea delivered with such simplicity and such emotional force. Less certainly is more. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Love the Wilfred Owen quote (I studied him for History this year, interesting life) . Its both interesting and sad that calling for mother is often the last words on a soldier's lips. Atmospheric poem. Lauren
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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