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View all →Upon Receiving a Wartime Letter of Condolence
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...
Summers’ End
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...
After all – ‘luck is what you make it’.
Sarah’s fingers crept slowly through the clover scented meadow grass; parting it gently she repeated the count in her head, ‘One, two, three – one, two, three - one, two, three’. In the half an hour of painstaking searching, she had never reached the magic four....
Passchendaele Mud
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...
At One With…
Laying down her sketchbook, young artist Freya, knelt by the flower bed musing on her inner thoughts, as ladybird chases aphid through petals and stalks to edge of the world. Soul of earth, in my veins. Alive in nature, never sleeping, resting but never sleeping, I am...
Displacement
In no concept of time my inner song silenced when I was displaced from earthen roots – limb torn... Imbedded now in silted lake bed two thirds submerged waterlogged in depth of darkness... Nightmares , fear of fully drowning brachial artery just breaking surface -...
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KILLER’S HAND
I’ve tried so hard to understand The thoughts behind a killer’s hand How a young boy filled with hate Can murder, maim - not hesitate To kill his classmates, teacher, friends With no remorse for how it ends And we, society, have no shame By saying that we’re not to...
The Day
Eleven,Eleven,Eleven The Day tolled out, Unheard by those who Toiled wearily on Young and Old....
Remembrance anthology
Humbled to have my poem 'Entrenched am I..' included in the Remembrance Anthology - Worcester Poet Laureate - on this Remembrance Sunday; Please copy and paste this link to see many more worthy poems of remembrance; Scroll down to see my poem....
WINTER CALLS
A chilling wind and threatening sky Both make the daylight hours fly Swirling leaves that dance and play Upon the grass this Autumn day A nippy day for gloves and hat Just say “Hello” don’t stop to chat Then throw your ball and let your dog Enjoy his play before the...
War Poem
“The gunshots be gushing by burst of fire” “after the other with fallen around the darkness of the mud of blood and sheer horrifying sadness of the deepest seas by the longing of screams of our brothers not being able to get to our flowers”. “For what sheer sights of...
To Run With The Hare…
Those wrens that dart there by the tree Could there some deeper meaning be? An allusion that of some truth might seek Of some profound emotion speak. You think that fewer words would do (Was this composed for me, not you.) And, then, again the Muse might come And off...
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"Through my own experiences in talking with the boys and girls about their thoughts on war and how they felt about going into action… through poetry they express themselves with absolute clarity, deep feeling and simplicity. I only have to read 'In Flanders Field' or Kipling's 'Tommy' to fully appreciate and be thankful for the beauty of FLOW. We must never forget them."
Dame Vera Lynn DBE — Our late patron, 1917–2020
