Forest Shadows
A man is bending his wife—
melding their shadows with the green forest.
They do not listen
to the nearby cannon’s roar––
will not imagine
that their life together,
so new,
might
not
stretch
into
the
future.
When he looks at his pocket watch,
someday children
ringing a well-stocked table
vanish in
her imagination.
He lifts his musket to his shoulder,
trying to believe
in a future
and in it,
this memory:
two shadows
joined as one,
invisible against
the forest wall.
For dVerse Poets, the prompt is “Forest”. If you’d like to participate, go HERE.

Beautiful capture.
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Thanks for commenting..
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A beautiful and powerful poem, Judy. Well done.
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Thanks, Dwight.
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You are welcome!
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What a vivid picture Judy.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome
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I like the shape of your poem, Judy, like forest shadows, and the way the couple’s story unfolds among the trees. It’s such a sad history of lives cut short by war, and the curtailing of a future they dreamed of, especially in the lines:
‘When he looks at his pocket watch,
someday children
ringing a well-stocked table
vanish in
her imagination.’
I love the hint of the supernatural.
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Thanks for your kind comment, Kim.
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You’re most welcome, Judy.
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Thanks, Kim. Sometimes sad stories need to be told to help avoid future sad stories.
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That’s true.
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This is a story of how passionate we may be when the future is unclear… a soldier maybe leaving something behind.
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Exactly..Would be wonderful if there were no more soldiers.
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Beautiful evocation of dreams of future unknown
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Thanks, Derrick. I always appreciate your thoughtful comments.
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Love the shape of your poem. But what a sad ending to the story, in the backdrop of war and uncertainty of the future.
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Lets hope this happens less in the future, not more.
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A poem that made me think deeply Judy
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So happy to hear that.. thanks for sharing/
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Great take on the prompt, Judy! Your poem captures a scary moment with beautiful words.
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thanks, Yvette.
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Your poem is incredibly relevant to what’s happening in today’s world, Judy ~~ and describes it beautifully, though it’s also frightening.
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Thanks, Helen. It is hard to overlook what is going on.. but we have to at times to live our lives.
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A captivating story poem Judy 🙂
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Thanks, Paul
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Very welcome Judy
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