Poetry
Forward They Cried
Steel crowds the hill's crown
The dawn sun shows an ordered tumbling of horses towards us
Each pike, axe, and shield is in place
We are frozen with excitement
Our sharp cool minds wait for the cry
Rhythm of Blue Light
The quiet sky promises
Your hand is up, ready against the glare
There it is
Light on fretless fingers
Life kicks in your blood
Poetry by Alison Coleman.