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...
by Matthew Joseph OMara | Oct 31, 2017 | Poetry
“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...
by Phoebe Hillier | Oct 25, 2017 | Poetry
Broken battered trenches, and lines of wounded sat on benches, men spluttering and choking as a deadly warning, will we live to see the morning? The air is thick with ghastly stenches, I’ve welcomed war. The gas just loves to hiss and groan, while we’re spluttering...
by Robert Carson | Apr 18, 2017 | Poetry
Across the river and up the hill The maw of war more sons would kill. As the Cherry Blossom sheds its bloom The flower of youth would fade too soon. As the cogs in time would age and rust The dreams of men crumble to dust. At Charlotte Terrace-they lost four sons The...
by Peter Jeffery | Apr 10, 2017 | Poetry
Weren’t we on a high? When the train pulled out, and they cheered us all off With the flags and banners waving, and the children held aloft. The Archduke was dead and we knew the score. Germany needed a lesson so Tommy Atkins went to war. But thousands slaughtered...
