In open field, the poppies tall,
Wake from sleep so deep, to fly;
Their paper petals, flushed, enthrall,
Flat out, they flout their blooms, unshy.
The winds will blow, red men will fall,
Blood-tears shed—- bled into sky;
Tossed to heaven, once-silenced spirits all,
With no word ever heard, they cry.
Kat Mortensen©2010
My Life In Runes ... 
That is fantastic. I see this is from 2010. Do you have any new poems, this one is a real cracker.
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