LindaGHill is hear again to give us this week’s prompt. : “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “trip.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!”
Trip can mean a holiday or a journey, it can mean falling flat on your bum or your face! You can trip people up in a lie as in catch them out. Below is a Décima I wrote last year for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge. I originally wrote it about Libia. Today what I wrote about Libia is still true . I stream of consciousnessly changed the verses to fit Ukraine to fit all wars also. So this poem started out about Libia it took a trip and became a poem about Ukraine.
Décima .Trip in the B line . The original poem is here
A décima for Ukraine
Line of blood drawn in snow or sand.
Poison and fear begin to drip
Over the evil rules you trip
The men stand with guns in hand
Take the children to safer land
Every inch you have ever gained
Corridors to freedom are drained.
Deserted, left now high and dry
False promises, innocents die
Lost forever the freedom gained.
This is part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday