Here’s a poem I first published in 2012, called I.E.D., which is short for Improvised Explosive Device.
It’s about how men are often rendered powerless by a woman’s beauty.
It’s based on an actual woman I saw one lunchtime, in the car park of my local Sainsbury’s.
The war had been raging in Afghanistan for over a decade, and IED’s had become a part of the common language.
Combining those two things – the power of a woman’s beauty, and the improvised explosive device – both capable of taking a man down in their different ways, gave me the idea for the poem.
Hope you like it, here it is:
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