Under a sunlit sky

they bring in the broken pieces of men

amid the canvas hospital

blood drips like rain

they bring in the broken pieces of men

and lay them on the table

blood drips like rain

and he tries to put them back together

and lay them on the table

she never expected this

and he tries to put them back together

when their eyes meet, the world turns on its head

she never expected this

secret glances, smiles across a room

when their eyes meet, the world turns on its head

and they are both irrevocably lost

secret glances, smiles across a room

they meet in the emerald dapples of the woods

and they are both irrevocably lost

the woman running from her past and the man fixing shattered souls

they meet in the emerald dapples of the woods

longing like fire, burning, scorching

the woman running from her past and the man fixing shattered souls

love like a lone flower in the midst of a war

longing like fire, burning, scorching

under a sunlit sky

love like a lone flower in the midst of a war

amid the canvas hospital.


A/N This is a new thing, sparked by my creative writing course, and one of my first attempts at poetry. It's called a pantoum, and I'm very taken by them at the moment - it's basically where the first and third lines of one stanza become the second and fourth of the next stanza. Review! I'd love to hear from you.