Edgehill
by poetrydiary
Turf hides many tales,
green where armies fought, but the
corn is glorious.
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For haiku heights September challenge. Today’s prompt is glory. Edgehill was a battle in the English Civil War, fought close to where I live.
I love how you turned this around in the third line! So many important layers too! It speaks to me in a subtle way that war is not at all glorious but the soldiers who shed their blood are perhaps why the corn is. My favorites are the poems where I have to think a bit!
Thank you Barbara, I wanted to contrast the soldiers struggle – and maybe transient glory – with the beauty of the corn, but I think your interpretation adds more depth and I’m pleased you found all that it it.
This is the second poem I have opened on this theme, That so called glory in battle is but a sham- Lives wasted-
So well said. I can really appreciate your thought today. There is always the black and the white it would seem. Thank you.
Wonderfully crafted … thx
I too love the last line.
I like this a lot. There is so much hidden beneath our “everyday.” You captured that well.
Dead are dead, but life goes on…
Sad and hopeful.
Corn is glorious, wars are terrible.
Very nice take on it love the contrasts too
Expertly crafted. The third line seals the entire message. I love it.
I always marvel at how green and lush the battlefield is at Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, site of a horrific slaughter during the Civil War. I wonder if the soldiers who died felt any sense of glory…
Two Glories: Litter and Flower
I once lived near Edgehill and heard many tales of ghostly sightings of a horse ridden by the King and a little dog crossing the road in front of cars. Is it the same Edgehill I wonder?
I suspect so. South Warwickshire, just off the M40 these days.
Wonderfully written with a twist.
Interesting, Blood soaked turf giving rise to lush corn.
The twist is excellent. I think about that there is a cruelty even in ecology.
Oh, I love that one. Beautiful shift. Well done.