War

what happens there on lazy afternoons
she sees storms swirling in her cup of tea
war beckoned, and the soldier left with glee

a soldier’s wife counts days, then the moons
satiny comfort does not count as boon

she hears bombs explode, but no one agrees
-a broken plane just landed on the tree

she hides between notes as the singer croons
fear rules her life, as warlords play the tune

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Chosen form is Analogue

Analogue is a metered invented form that is limited to 3 rhymes. It’s source is Rena Ferguson Parks a 20th century poet and educator.

The Analogue is:

• a poem of 9 lines.
• metered, all lines are iambic pentameter.
• rhymed, rhyme scheme abbaabbcc.

Written for Tanka Tuesday Weekly Challenge – Ekphrastic

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