hidden people

hidden people

A Poem by Christopher Withers
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a villanelle. First published 2006.

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screaming bombs fall from the sky
darkness washes out the eye
hidden people start to die

children's voice becomes a cry
fires burn and memories die
screaming bombs fall from the sky

buildings fall and dust blows high
mangled wrecks greet the eye
hidden people start to die

planes they fail and fall from high
crashing down to writhe and lie
screaming bombs fall from the sky

acrid smoke burns the eye
whispered voices wail and cry
hidden people start to die

dirt filled mouth halts the cry
children's screams end with sigh
screaming bombs fall from the sky
hidden people start to die

© 2014 Christopher Withers


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So nicely done. What is a villanelle?
Each line rhymes?

Posted 9 Years Ago


Christopher Withers

9 Years Ago

Years ago I went through a "serious" poetry phase, where I was trying various forms. Some of them ar.. read more
Matching Socks

9 Years Ago

Ok, maybe... I'll read about it first. Then give it a whirl.

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