Paula’s Prompts: Wednesday Words

On November 11, 2020, P.T. Wyant posted at a Wednesday Words prompt which included a war hero, a flower, and a book.

This poem was the result…

Everyone said she was a war hero

No one knew about the book

A flower pressed between the pages

Fragrance of a distant soil and secret sins

The ledger itself is old-fashioned, bound with leather

The words within written with a shaky hand

The weary truths of an aching heart

Bled bit by bit upon each page

Composed from secrets kept too long within

So much of these pages contradict the legend

Fed by speeches given about heroism from smiling politicians

She didn’t smile back yet she looked so smart in her uniform

Every inch the officer and the gentlewoman

Just another taciturn military type

You’d never guess at the terrible decisions

Continuing to haunt her long after she’d made them

Terrible choices to save as many lives as she could

Actions she took to stay alive herself

She kept those truths hidden behind her teeth

Not wanting to disillusion her daughters or wide-eyed granddaughters

All those hopeful, patriotic girls, eager to enlist

For the truth is not nearly as inspiring

Even if the truth reveals that she’s human after all. 

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