How do I write about war?

All I have is memories of memories –
like feathers, plucked and swirling –
the fires they lit at the end,
in places that had been kept dark
for years. Dancing. My father
handing over hollowed bread,
a telegram that broke a woman.

Bodies in the water.

The horses, being led away,
through the farm gate. Lost.

A city full of women. Children
without fathers, running wild.

A man walking. Feathers

that we grasp and grab. We press them
into wax, make wings of them

knowing that Icarus will fall.

Bjorn is hosting at dVerse, and asks us to write about war. I found this a difficult prompt. As I say, I only have memories of memories about war – my parents’ experience of WWII as small children, stories I’ve heard from that generation and the generation above.

15 thoughts on “How do I write about war?

  1. Pingback: How do I write about war? — Sarah writes poems | The Wombwell Rainbow

  2. An amazing poem, Sarah, that is reminiscent of my childhood, the feathers of memories my grandparents, their relations and friends when they shook out their feather pillows of experience every now and again when I was listening. You made us all descendants of Icarus..

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