by Jenny Morris | Apr 15, 2009 | Poetry
The flagstones are worn where she paces alone in darkness, at daybreak, her heart held by frost. She faces the truth that her son won’t come home. He fought for his faith and his life, and he lost. ‘I’ll manage,’ she says as she walks up and down and rocks in her arms...
by Beth Pritchard | Apr 15, 2009 | Poetry
Shiny buttons, clean uniforms, With fresh faced excitement they marched A brave new world waited They were heroes. The mud was everywhere This wasn’t what they had planned All shaken with fear They were heroes Cold coursed through them The smell too much to bear...
by Jenny Martin | Apr 15, 2009 | Poetry
Your Daddy’s off to his training, there’s a war on, you must not cry, they said when he left on a troop train. Training-war-train-do-not-cry baffled my three-year-old mind. Three years with a few brief encounters when he returned home on leave shrouded in battledress...
by Aki Atkinson | Apr 14, 2009 | Poetry
Shed not one tear for those Who wept their noble blood, Or for those who fell To death, far from home: Who saw heaven and Hell, In the flash of a shell, Do not let your cries join Those who died amongst Fellow men upon the field. Those who fell in trench and wire, And...
by Julia Whitehouse | Apr 14, 2009 | Poetry
Picking Petals The petals vulnerable and delicate were crushed with water droplets, They were battered by the wind and the rain, interminably damaged: dead, Those petals are my son: the wind and water, the war, The constant deep despair which my mind keeps me in...
by Rashi Joshi | Apr 13, 2009 | Poetry
While I lay wailing on the floor , With closed windows and tightly bolted doors ; Somehow , somewhere , the happiness lay dead , I looked at the mirror and shrieked with dread ; Where’s the old face gone , the delightfulness , the charm, And the grotesque face...
