The Bridge, poetry written by Jan McCulloch at Spillwords.com

The Bridge

The Bridge

written by: Jan McCulloch

 

Only sheep trot across the stones since all the people left.
The dwellings stand in ruins, neglected and bereft.
Many years have passed since that balmy moonlit night
When the couple pledged undying love and held each other tight.
Their plans were dashed when war broke out, they parted in tears
But held fast to their hopes and dreams in the coming years.
Letters brought them comfort when air raid sirens wailed
Despite the hardship war bestowed, their deep love never failed.
The fierce gunfire took him and his comrades on the ridge
His soul departed swiftly, speeding onwards to the bridge.
She sat by the bridge in sorrow on a balmy moonlit night
Remembering their dreams and how they held each other tight.
She threw herself into the water with a heart rending cry
But her lover caught her soul. Their love will never ever die.

Jan McCulloch

Jan McCulloch

Jan McCulloch is the author of a self published novel A Little Dog's Prayer, available on amazon, and has had several short stories and poems published by Clarendon House Publications. More recently she was thrilled to have an essay accepted for publication by Sweetycat Press to be included in the book entitled 'I, The Writer', featuring essays from up and coming authors from around the world.
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