Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #22
And Underneath the Bridge
by Belinda Roddie
And underneath the bridge, we shared a kiss
while high above the ground the war began.
The airships billowed dark smoke into our
sore eyes as we attempted to escape.
The governors of districts wanted us
dead before we could reach New Eden. We
were not ones who would bow so easily
to feeble threats or brandished blades or cocked
rifles. Whenever I kept guard at our
humble campsite, I wished to hold you as
you slept and ensure you that everything
would be okay once we'd found our new home.
Because under that bridge, we promised that
we'd live and love throughout the aftermath.
by Belinda Roddie
And underneath the bridge, we shared a kiss
while high above the ground the war began.
The airships billowed dark smoke into our
sore eyes as we attempted to escape.
The governors of districts wanted us
dead before we could reach New Eden. We
were not ones who would bow so easily
to feeble threats or brandished blades or cocked
rifles. Whenever I kept guard at our
humble campsite, I wished to hold you as
you slept and ensure you that everything
would be okay once we'd found our new home.
Because under that bridge, we promised that
we'd live and love throughout the aftermath.
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