Trifecta: Thunder

The constant noise hammering into the soul.

The shock and shudder of the whizz-bangs overhead.

The overpowering stench burning in the nostrils.

The seeping mud that oozed into everything.

But they sat idle waiting for orders.

Shortly though the word would come from up the line.

The thunder of the big guns.

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  1. Thanks for linking up to Trifecta this week. I really liked the pacing of this short piece–the parallel structure of the first four lines and then the hesitation of waiting idle just before the big guns. Really nicely done. Hope you’ll come back soon.

  2. The fog of war. Your poem gives me an overwhelming sense of someone resigned to the inevitable… and the ‘hurry up and wait’. Just beautiful.

        1. It does appear to, thank you for sharing. (I’m just in a little shock!) I wrote a POEM! ;)

          (see earlier post in the week if you need an explanation for slightly hysterical, immature reaction)

I'd love to know what you think, concrit is especially welcomed on fiction pieces. Thank you.

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