Where poppies blow…

Another time, another day,

I weep and wail

in melancholic sway.

I watch him in stealth,

Like a bride in a veil,

As he Gallops away

With reins of disdain.

Down theĀ  fields,

Where poppies blow,

He reined his steed,

In search of his foe.

Down the fields

where poppies blow,

He galloped away

To slay his foe.

Love and War

As the oars part the shore

And my lips part his,

The tides leave behind,

A world of peace

Under the benign sky,

On a silent land,

Begins my lore,

Of war and love.


The tanks grunted,

The rifles roared,

The long twilight

faded into the night,

The moon shone

Through the fleecy clouds,

Sans love, Sans Remorse,

The lust for battle ,

took its derisive course.

One bleak day,

As tears leave my eyes

And theĀ  sun fades out,

On a barren land,

Under the smoky clouds,

My lips part his

And he leaves me alone

To end my lore

Of Love and War.

Inspired by Xenia Simonov