a bit of cumin and smoke
tickles your nostrils
as the drums play on.
and soldier,
the dead rest easy
under the waving banners.
they've made it home
at last.
YOU ARE READING
little blue flowers
PoetryA collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As thou...
