Nimbus on the Minefield

by Alan Craddock

Over leaden sky she waits,
Leans on town of broken bridge and decrepit road.

Corrupt design of Sycamore and butterfly,
Have spun their deadly mechanism to field, path and dwelling.
Like that of ancient Caltrop,
Trapping horse and man, in wars waged long ago.

Fallen seed of tragedy,
Wait with stoic indifference,
Eviscerate soldier, mother and playful child,
With unmerciful patent.

Heavy heart loaded Nimbus, Climbs high, to cleaner cloud where she cannot see.
Too much to bear, she pours out onto forsaken land.

With passion for crop and harvest, Twisted tractor and blood stained plough occur,
Cast blood and fret on farmers ancient trade.

Indomitable crop that waits for no war,
Hurries them,
To banish that of perverted killer seed.
Cultivated and propagated plan,
Sanctify field, fore st, school and home.

Leaden cloud with warm return,
Nimbus beckoned.

She, with heart a-full,
Will soak a land of returned abundance.
To a blue lark sky and golden plain.