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Birth pangs
Birth pangs
by Marjorie Dobson
Birth Pangs A poem imagining the mind of Mary as she struggles to give birth in the stable of the inn. When I said, ‘Yes,’ I did not know where it would lead. Why, in God’s name, must it be here and now Why, after all the prejudice I’d known, the scorn, derision, and the hostile
Times and Seasons - Foreign Fields
Times and Seasons - Foreign Fields
by Marjorie Dobson
Foreign Fields In mud-bespattered ranks men marched through foreign fields, once fertile as the farms at home: their hopes, once high, soon shattered by mud, gas, guns, barbed-wire and no-man’s land. The fields were wet with rain and scarlet blood and vomit; peppered with shells,
Times and Seasons - Agony
Times and Seasons - Agony
by Marjorie Dobson
Agony Agony etched on faces. Pain screaming from tortured limbs. Blood running from open wounds, mingling with sweat, diluted by tears. Victims dying. Soldiers doing their duty. Enemies looking on with hatred blazing. Mothers weeping inconsolably. Friends standing, lost and helpl
In the stillness of this moment