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Walking into light
Morning sun silvered the poplar leaves
Somewhere others lay in the cut clay, waiting
And I smelt the sea’s dead things
As I walked.
Kelp, razor shells, crabs, limpets
We laughed and swam in sandy craters
And I walked
By Goat's Water, the Old Man looked down
As he had for all my life
And all those other lives before
The smell of wet bracken, sphagnum, washed sl...
Sunday 10th November 2024 1:19 pm
poor little lambs
An old man, sat with his back against a dry stone wall
That ran the entire length of a high steel ridge, over looking the river Darrent in the county of Kent.
A great swaythe of red poppies, the soldiers flower covered several acres of the ridge
And besides the poppies, a great cross had been cut out of the chalk that lay only inches beneath the soil.
The old man was a survivor, one of the...
Monday 21st August 2017 9:39 am
The Bicycle Scout (21st August 1914)
The Bicycle Scout (21st August 1914)
bicycle wheel spins in blood drenched Belgian hops
as the echo of a gunshot fades away
behind the gorse hedgerow Private John Parr drops
amid the yellow hypnotic summer sway
he is the first scythe-cut of Britain’s young crops
many come to deathly harvest from this day
and when the madness eventually stops
for him, and those that follow, the world will...
Monday 7th April 2014 7:34 pm
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