Iraq
This is a poem for this week’s Read Write Poem prompt. This week the prompt was to take a poem written in one form and rewrite it in another. I chose “Katie, Bar The Kitchen Door”, originally a Chaucerian roundel, and rewrote it as a hay(na)ku chain. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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Iraq
is calling;
will he return?
Grandmother
sheds tears
when he goes;
he
will come
back with scars.
Written 6/2/08
©2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
There is a spare haunting quality to this piece. The last stanza expands this to a solemn observation. Good work.
Thank you. And thanks for dropping by and reading.
-Nicole
you say a lot with very few words, nice to compare the two poems too.
Thank you.
You say a lot with a little. Very moving. thanks for posting
And thank you for stopping by and commenting.
This is a very provocative piece in that it evokes deep seated emotions for those who have loved ones serving across the sea asking that same question. I really enjoyed this piece.
Thank you.
I was actually thinking about a friend of my mother’s whose grandson was serving in Iraq when I wrote this. He’s still there.
-Nicole