Falkland Wool – An Acrostic Poem

Faded red bodice, years passed by

And now consigned to history.

Lady in red, long fronds rooted in the ground.

Kindness offered to British soldiers,

Long line yomping over the island

Armed with guns to kill the young Argentinians

Nothing left but blood, stained red

Draped over a headless woman’s body.

Would you want to wear the dress?

Oh! Feel it’s soft wool enclose my limbs.

Or would it’s living blood, dying blood,

Leave you as cold, as clammy as the grave!

©Carolina de la Cruz – The Vixen of Verse – 2015


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