Blood Spills

Blood Spills

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(Forbury Gardens 20thJune, terror on the doorstep)

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blood spills while Saturday fades
on lawns grown lush with green
refreshed from falls of recent rain
where scented flora fills balmy air
where innocents have convened
to fritter their time away happily

blood spills where daisies grow
in a town park fondly known
where our people find tranquility
share picnics with their dearest ones
yet their fun forever spoiled, silenced
by blades of hate raining down
where blades of soft grass cry out
in unimagined pain


© 2020 Chris Shaw


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I can't even express how much reading this write wrenches my heart. The unpredictability of negative weather is really really dangerous. Even if we stay alert, it may not work when the stabs rain suddenly. The imagery is painful but like always you penned down the event beautifully.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you moog-drika. There sure is a great deal of negativity around. I appreciate your thoughts.read more



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this poem makes me so sad. There is too much of this terror these days, no one feels safe anywhere anymore...such unwarranted bloodshed and unease caused...
frivolous disregard for life.
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

The knock on effect is awful. A local school teacher of history is one who died. An American man als.. read more
This is our reality, the inevitable collision of nature and humanity. We seem determined to destroy the goodness for our own ephemeral slice of life. Not even an ocean divides tragedy or pain. Well said, Chris.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

It is good to see you after your break. You have been missed. Hope you are OK. Sadly we had a terror.. read more
R.E. Ray

3 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind note, Chris. It's good to be back. I'm truly sorry to read about the terror.. read more
I can't even express how much reading this write wrenches my heart. The unpredictability of negative weather is really really dangerous. Even if we stay alert, it may not work when the stabs rain suddenly. The imagery is painful but like always you penned down the event beautifully.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you moog-drika. There sure is a great deal of negativity around. I appreciate your thoughts.read more
Very well portrayed and descriptive with the stabbing bite of injustice sewn between the lines. Good writing.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Fabian. Hits hardest when this happens on your doorstep. And it did last Saturday eve. A t.. read more

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..

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