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NaPoWriMo Day 15: Return of the Legion

A poem about how I see the arrival of a grand Roman army marching into the city of Rome to wild fanfare when I hear Bolero by Ravel.

NaPoWriMo Day 15 - Return of the Legion

NaPoWriMo Poem #15

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt challenged me to write a poem inspired by my favorite classical music arrangement Boléro by Maurice Ravel.

Boléro is a one-movement orchestral piece by the French composer Maurice Ravel (1875–1937). Boléro epitomizes Ravel’s preoccupation with restyling and reinventing dance movements. It was also one of the last pieces he composed before illness forced him into retirement.

I wrote a poem about how I see the arrival of a grand Roman army marching into the city of Rome to wild fanfare when I hear Bolero by Ravel.

Return of the Legion

The Legion enters.
The Eagle leads.
Gold and bold,
Oak shaft, steamers.
Striding in bright gold,
Flowing robes, clean,
A young soldier, honored.

Then banners on pikes,
Follow in behind.
Women in white,
Throwing rose pedals.
Next, small drums, pipes,
Announcing the entry,
To awaiting throngs ahead.
Keeping the eternal step,
To the waves following behind.

Calvery enter next.
Slow, trotting.
High knees and spears.
Gold breast plates,
Red sashes and combs.
Parade march, armored flanks,
Cloping hoves, bouncing saddles.
Hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds.

Then come the Centurions on foot.
Sun glint off silver shields, held proud.
Sliver helms, bright red wisky combs,
Marching in lockstep, metal leggings clink.
Swords banging on shields in rhythmic unison,
The song of The Legion on their brave hearts.
Thousands upon thousands upon thousands.

Then, letting his men have the glory, The General,
Riding a gold chariot pulled by a two great Elks.
The snot and prance their master into the Coliseum,
His gold on gold armor, white comb of fine horse hair.
Slowly rolling, flanked by his gold honor guard,
Swords held high after striking their gold shields,
Roaring shouts of warriors as their chief enters.
The formation’s rear hold horse drawn wagons,
Holding massive drums, trumpets, and horns.

Ceaser bows to The Legion as “Barritus” erupts,
The stands explode with love for their Army.
Tens of thousands, now home safe from war,
Their adoring family, friends, country, all celebrating.
With grand cheers and thunderous applause they shouted:
Home at Last!
Home at Last!
HOME AT LAST!

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