A Narrow Path


Fate hangs in azure strung long

A narrow and harrowed path

Desires, the apparition strong

Dances with balatron laugh


Ne’er stays the hand, tiller wrought

Destiny trumpets its own voice

No matter what you have sought

Nothing was chosen by choice


In ruddy sheen mantle born

Vestige of an honor bound

Scarred oath in ritual sworn

Blood red on hallowed ground


Sweet smoke and the clamor call

In runes of battle burns truth

The gaud of life will befall

And you will be left the proof


Sing and herald fabled song

And let that balatron laugh

Fate hangs in azure strung long

A narrow and harrowed path


14 Responses to “A Narrow Path”
  1. beth says:

    you are an excellent war poet

  2. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:


  3. Isha says:

    I just love your poetry!

  4. jonicaggiano says:

    I agree with the other comments, every one. The metaphors are beautiful and cleaver. You paint a vivid picture of battle and how one who survives is the memory of what a soldier is left with after that service is done. The photograph was perfect for your post also. Big southern hugs coming your way, Love Jonikins xoxoxo

  5. Jim Borden says:

    thoughtful poem, Brad. and I had to look up what a balatron is!

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