Ladies With Lanterns
(dedicated to the women who braved the War of 1812)
What lights prelude the sleeping dawn?
That the heavens compare to flickering fire flies
‘Tis ladies with lanterns searching embattled ground
Where grows rows of soldier-dying cries
Each flame of hope, encased with doubt,
Is carried by a trembling heart
And leads her step, despite thought’s distress
That her beloved’s soul did yet depart
The rise of morning’s shroud unveils
Each lantern by a corpse now extinguished in glow,
And a wife, who was but a day before
Now dons the mantle of tears of a soldier’s widow
Silvia Pecota
June 6, 2013
"Ladies With Lanterns"
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