Henry Moore

Henry Moore

We were children then
leaving our toys in the yard
when mother would call us in
‘Bedtime!’ she would shout
and too soon ‘Lights`Out!’

Too soon we turned men
trading cap`guns for rifles
Capture the Flag for combat
‘Kill or be killed!’ he’d shout
‘or it will be Lights`Out!’

We came home strangers
not just to friends but to self
the echoes of war ever in mind
sleepless we dreamt the war
afraid to turn Lights`Out!

Too soon we grew so old
we couldn’t even remember
when bitten by war’s venom
our red blood turned black
and we knew ‘Lights`Out!’

“For nursery days are gone, nightmare is
real and there are no good Fairies.
The fox’s teeth are in the bunny
and nothing can remove them, honey.” ~ Gavin Ewart

About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to Lights`Out

  1. John says:

    Didn’t know you were a vet, Peter. Delivered 30 copies of ‘Blood Trails’ published by Dry Crik Press to the Veterans Writing Workshop at the Elko Gathering, stayed longer than I planned, met some fine people wanting to present their unique perspectives, often scary stuff!


  2. sensitive tribute to wounded warriors everywhere

    Liked by 1 person

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