See butdon't touch
a classicphrase said to children and saboteurs alike
out of thedarkness comes one with these very orders
sightseeingin 'borrowed' clothes as gulls caw above
everycrevice is looked with the enthusiasm of a young child
and yetthe one thing the 'sightseer' wanted to 'see' was not there
sending apostcard to 'mum' came like routine
the wordsresting bare on the card were mundane and boring
but onceseen in fresh light they danced giving sights of beauty and interest
as thegulls cease their caw the air is filled with shouts
the'sightseer' had been spotted
just asfast as they had come
they weregone before the gulls could caw again
YOU ARE READING
untold voices- an anthology of poems by SP
PoetryThis is a collection of war poems written entirely by me. It intends to show the forgotten yet important voices of war.
