Poetry Corner

Rose – a 50 word romance

Rose handkerchief
Rose handerchief
“You're lucky. 
Three weeks 
and you'll be fighting fit.” 

She caught his smile 
glimmering 
through the weariness. 

He reached out, 
gently capturing 
her handkerchief. 

“Your name – 
May I? 
A token for the trenches?” 

Embarrassed, she looked down, 
concentrating on the bandage, 
throat tightening with the pain of future loss


Bridget Enever

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