by David Gibson | Apr 14, 2021 | Poetry
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by Dave Phillips | Jul 3, 2020 | Poetry
Once your war is over Once your rifle’s stowed away Once you’re home safe and alive To see another day You’ll stand tall beside your comrades And remember those you’ve lost You’ll burst with pride yet deep inside Your mind will count the cost And you’ll bottle those...
by Jean Mitchell | Jun 22, 2020 | Poetry
I wish you could tell them just how you feel about the torment and fear And pain in your heart, about the sadness you felt , not just for yourself but for friends you held dear They were your comrades and you held them close, just when you needed them the most To hear...
by Bernard Pearson | May 26, 2020 | Poetry
The hand that had caressed himNow held a pen she kept for best.When she was a child,she would lose herself,In the cloudy blue grey swirls of its shaft.The words would not come at first.Then hesitantly they arrived.‘much appreciated’; ‘great comfort’;So...
by Jan Hedger | May 25, 2020 | Poetry
Slipped dress off plastic hanger felt it’s crisp cotton lightness fingertip touch of buttercups and daises a sash of lilac stroked her sun-kissed skin. Breathed in a new memory of meadow-sweet and cup-cakes and small bare feet, running through warm grass. Folds of...
by Jan Hedger | May 24, 2020 | Poetry
I saw a poet drowning in Passchendaele mud head jerked back, gaping mouth blood spouting the hardest composition of his life. I saw a poet struggling to breathe the truth of war; an audience not hearing his epitaph. I saw a poet die in Passchendaele mud tattered pages...
