I saw the Trebuchet
Fiercest war machine
At a castle in Dordogne
And on the ground
Stone missiles
Heavy, round, potent

I thought about
The hardness
That sits inside of you
Launched defensively
It obliterates
The finer parts of us

No armistice is coming
The air carries martial drums
You horde your ammunition
Like a warlord under siege

Diane Letulle uses poetry to process powerful emotions. Her works focus on family and relationships, and she has published a number of poems on Open Salon. Passionate about wine and travel, Diane writes Wine Lover’s Journal and Manhattan Wine Examiner. She is working on a memoir about her journeys to the vineyards of Europe.