Never Again the Murmur of War

Her chin lifted at the sight of him off to war
A tight pinch of cherry painted becoming of her lips
As the lacquered nails fingering her lapels cinched to a curl,
Smothered a color of scarlet
The man she loved boarding the train for the Navy
She stood tall in her modest Cuban heel

Fireworks from her hands shot behind her eyes, pressed in from the heel
Different pressures in her chest fought in internal war
Silent sweet-nothings of pride from the government's lips
The man that she loved was still away in the Navy
Dressing the enemy in lovely shades of scarlet
His cupid's bow lips sneered up in a curl

Each hair in her Cloche were brought up in tight rings of honey curl
A man dressed in wool made her turn fast on her heel
The vision in her eyes flashed scarlet
How dare this man come with such blasé on his lips
Her husband, at least, was no longer in the war
The telegraph in his hand, ink a strong shade of navy

Biased cut, her dress was dyed a fine shade of navy
The bows adorning her pumps cast in a delicate curl
Frowning, she touched her gloved hand to her lips
As her love was lowered to below the heel
His ceremony was small, left utilitarian from the war
The rose in his hand ghosting the pale of his throat scarlet

Her mouth still painted a glossed hue in scarlet
She looked out to the nightened sky, navy
It was November Eleventh, they had called the war
The stationary of her telegraph beginning to curl
Following her dearest's death almost two years at his heel
She refused the unsaid words tearing at her lips

A smile has finally graced her lips
Brought from a man with cuff links in scarlet
Her toes stayed grounded as she was lifted off her heel
His eyes shone with a brilliance of navy
The shape of his laugh brought with his mouth in a curl
For her, this was, finally, the end of her war

Their lips met while standing under a carpet of navy
Her Claire Mccardell dress flaring out scarlet above drying grass beginning to curl
It was the heel of summer with never again a murmur of war