Laura Carr

 

Battleships

 
I'm off the radar
& you are a stealth bomber.
 
Pent up,
like a submarine
full of seamen,
all contracting
cabin fever, missing
their wives and girlfriends
on HMS Whatwereyouthinking;
pride of the Royal Navy.
 
& I am black and navy blue
for you, and all you do is
offload imperative cargo
to the allied forces.
Make love; not war,
to me, not her.
 
I'm well aware
that this is only friendly
fire, but there's no fire without
smoke signals, billowing from
your ever-sinking ship.
 
You've done your
mandatory
service,
yet like air raid
sirens, the sirens upon
the rock between here and your
hard place, will sing songs;
temptation will take
over and then
torped-oh!

 

 

Laura was a commended Foyle Young Poet in 2007

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