A Cento for NaPoWriMo

In a war zone existence, delimited

by snipers, landmines and hostile troops,

Grey sky reflects in glass houses

and everyone is throwing stones.

She carries her mourning

gravely through the streets

She finds herself looking out for him

but every night, she goes home alone.

Hiding in lofts with sandbags at the door

he watches war 24 hours on TV

but at night their minds meet

and the ghosts of his words sadden her.

Put them in any two squares of a chessboard

and they would recognise each other -

but for now they are lost. 

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I used the prompt from Found Poetry for today's poem. A Cento is a poem made up of lines from other poems, traditionally usually lines from other people's poems, but this prompt suggested using lines from your own poems (you can use one or two lines from each poem, mostly here I've used two lines from each poem). This was quite a tricky exercise and I'm not entirely happy with the result. However I was very happy to read through some of my old poems again with fresh eyes!