POETRY FRIDAY: I Cannot Speak of War

I thought the following poem was appropriate for posting this week. I found it at Poets Against War.

I Cannot Speak of War
by Pat Harvey

I can only speak of soldiers: captured

in nearly a century of photographs.

Old eyes in young faces who wear

integrity as easily as their crisp

dress blues and browns.

I can speak of my grandfather: the doughboy

learning a bit of the old parlez-vous

with gay mademoiselles baring

frantic smiles and foxholed nights

when the chauchaut rifle was useless.

You can read the rest of the poem here.

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At Wild Rose Reader, I have an original fairy tale poem titled The Giant’s Magic Harp Sings.

I’m doing the Poetry Friday Roundup at Wild Rose Reader today.