A Poem by Kyra Owers


“Get back!”, cries a man,

After the big boom. 

Mother grabs hold of my hand saying:

“Come quick or we will be dead soon”.

We say farewell to our father,

With hugs and kisses too.

Then he came closer and whispers in my ear:

“No matter what happens, I love you”.

The soldiers run into battle,

As Mother and I flee

But then she turns around in horror,

As I am shot in my knee.

I try to crawl away from my wound,

Father sees me from the deck.

But then Mother screams in agony,

As I’m shot in my neck.

My parents come beside me

They cry and beg me to stay.

I only say with a quiver:

“It’s time to fly away”.

They smile at me for comfort,

And look back at the memories we made.

But then, ever so slowly,

Everything starts to fade.

© 2021 Kyra Owers

Author's Note

Kyra Owers
This is a poem I wrote back in my 2nd Year of secondary school. It is loosely based on the 1916 Easter Rising and is told from the perspective of a child, who loses their life on the battlefield.

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A very creative prospective. Well done.

Posted 1 Week Ago

A deeply touching piece. Taking on a serious subject as this requires courage and tenacity.

Best Wishes!
Melita Warren

Posted 1 Week Ago

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Added on May 31, 2021
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Kyra Owers
Kyra Owers


I am a 17-year-old writer from Co. Cork, Ireland. I have always enjoyed writing short stories, scripts, and poems and through this page, I would love to share some of my works with you. more..

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A Poem by Kyra Owers

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