call to arms

pillow fight

the young expect it…
some slow hunch that
a tension easing break
will come with evening
before their commitment to
the letting go of sleep

then a rooftop trumpeter
plays his call to arms
to fast gather them
intent…with pillows
to join the chaos
now forming in the yards

hilarity grows slowly as
they shuffle restless feet
circling…anticipating…with
darting eyes and muscles taut
waiting…waiting for the blast
to charge…charge…charge them
into raucous cushioned battle

to aim high… feint low,
launch the forced blow,
lash grab swing to falling,
let fly epithets and groans
and moans and laughter
and victory shouting as
foam and feathers fill
arenas of their passion
neediness

Bonnie Marshall

10 thoughts on “call to arms

  1. This poem has a very nice pace that builds through it. But I am not sure whether the ending is a celebration or something darker. ? As always, great work.

  2. I absolutely love this!

    before their commitment to
    the letting go of sleep

    and

    to aim high… feint low,
    launch the forced blow,
    lash grab swing to falling,
    let fly epithets and groans
    and moans and laughter

    Beautifully done!

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