Here is a World War I poem that I wrote. Try to figure out who the subject is, scroll down to the bottom to find out 🙂 – enjoy…
It’s crisp, the air.
Just after dawn, my time to shine.
Others were proud to go over the top,
Not me, I’m not a killer.
I’m soft, filled with yellow rays of happiness.
I can sense the general coming,
I feel his footsteps, fear strikes me.
The ground rumbles from his weight,
It makes me feel small, compressed.
I’m not meant to do this,
I could just live a normal life,
Make friends, have fun. Smile.
Up and down, up and down,
Rattled from end to end.
I prepare to go onto the battlefield.
Eins, dvei, drei – it’s time.
I am propelled over the barbed wire,
Soaring, flying like a bird.
I plummet to the ground,
My metal armor hitting the firmly packed dirt.
Plunk, plunk, plunk…
It explodes and I seep out.
Just like I was drilled to do,
I slither across the ground, like a snake.
The wind is on my side, we’re allies.
It drives me.
I come closer to the enemy ground,
I want to stop and turn around,
Escape is my only thought,
I want to shed my skin and hide.
Closer and closer I come,
To the enemy trenches.
No lookout, not a single guard.
A perfect sneak attack waiting to happen.
Here’s my cue – I swivel through the zigzags,
Unnoticed… for now.
I creep against sleeping soldiers,
Target and aim, target and aim.
I’ve covered the frontline, poor fellows…
Face to face with a soldier,
He’s pale as a sheet, frozen like a statue.
I want him to run, I wish I could help.
He’s hyperventilating, breathing deeper and deeper,
Tears collect under his eyes
He’s scared of me, the German monster.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry – I’ve never felt this much remorse
But I’ve never been this alive.
Mouth to mouth, nose to nose
He is breathing hard against me,
He gulps his last breath – Auf Wiedersehen
More bodies plunge to the dirt,
I am pathetic; man has made me a killer.
Forgive me, please. Please forgive me.
I travel deeper into the trench, until I’m spotted.
I am stolen from my thoughts – I can only linger.
Whistles go crazy, men take cover,
They hide from me, the monster.
I manage to escape this deadly scene,
It’s a graveyard on exhibit.
I start to dissipate,
All that lingers in my head,
Are the cries of the soldiers:
Gas, gas, gas…
Who is the subject ? (highlight to see answer) : Mustard Gas, I used personification to give the gas human-like characteristics and to give the poem a unique twist 🙂
By : Purple Pansy