Betrayal, Love and War

Intricate waves of blue flower infested fabric crash onto the white sand.
An aroma wafts through the air reeking of the kindness justice brought.
Ruffling ripples pierce the silence like a scarf in a cyclone.
The light, delicate fabric bending to my will, is safe in a pyramid that it longs to fill.
A reassuring firm frame protects a scene in glass:
Of a once-proud structure weathered by time and a lone solider marching home.
The tale of these objects has twists at every turn.
It will grip your attention like dancing singing candy corn.

The weapons boom in the massacre of war seeped through sturdy walls into the more dangerous zone.
Vince, a young solider, was pondering his fate.
Vince was a fox, deceiving no mate and escaping through the prisoner of war gate.
His captors had had enough so they sent him to see much worse stuff.
They put him in a concentration camp, against the rules of war.
A girl there saw him and knew that wasn’t right so she went and saved him in the middle of the night.

Vince is my great-great uncle and the girl is Annelise.
Later they got married and Annelise’s hanky was given to me.
If I lost these objects I would drown in a pool of despair,
so I now treat them with lots of thought and care.