war art by E.J. Hughes
Volcanic. In the in fog.
Hold the clocks hand.
Walking a time bomb.
War yesterday is tomorrow arctic white out.
Wind wails. Hold on to rope. Let go you freeze. Natural enemies: time, wind, freezes the spirit.
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Well made Alan! Great finale!
Thank you, Ronald! Glad you like it.
I can relate to this impossibility after a week of -20F with wind chill. How did they endure it?
Wow. Endure indeed. Here on the BC coast, we’re having a very balmy winter so far. Stay warm, Annie!
Deeply interesting, Alan.
I enjoyed the text, the poem - and the art.
Now I want to go there and climb the volcano...
Best Wishes - Dave :)
Much appreciated, Dave. So kind of you to share it, too. If you ever get to Kiska, watch out for trench foot! Seems a hazard there. ;-)
Wonderful art! Love that last stanza of the poem.
The men on patrol don’t know where they are.
It is themselves the fog will betray.
They themselves are the men they slay.
Thank you Caro! Glad you like it.
Volcanic. In the in fog.
Hold the clocks hand.
Walking a time bomb.
War yesterday is tomorrow arctic white out.
Wind wails. Hold on to rope. Let go you freeze. Natural enemies: time, wind, freezes the spirit.
🙏
Well made Alan! Great finale!
Thank you, Ronald! Glad you like it.
I can relate to this impossibility after a week of -20F with wind chill. How did they endure it?
Wow. Endure indeed. Here on the BC coast, we’re having a very balmy winter so far. Stay warm, Annie!
Deeply interesting, Alan.
I enjoyed the text, the poem - and the art.
Now I want to go there and climb the volcano...
Best Wishes - Dave :)
Much appreciated, Dave. So kind of you to share it, too. If you ever get to Kiska, watch out for trench foot! Seems a hazard there. ;-)
Wonderful art! Love that last stanza of the poem.
The men on patrol don’t know where they are.
It is themselves the fog will betray.
They themselves are the men they slay.
Thank you Caro! Glad you like it.