We reach a heavy purple velvet curtain

which appears to stand in our way

It beckons us forward into a darkened chamber

Inside it is cold and damp

The walls are festooned with the names of the dead

All Souls

We search for our kith and kin but in vein

The names are innumerable

In the distance the muffled sounds of gunfire

the dull thud of explosions

Silhouettes of people running to and fro

Fear and tears stand united

An obelisk comes into view

Names of the fallen in neat rows

Number rank and name

Regiments and ships long since forgotten

We peer forward to see images of suffering with destruction

A litany of endless conflicts

Decades of war, graves in regimented lines

Then another heavy purple curtain

It is drawn aside to reveal a day

of commemoration and remembrance

The Queen stands before the Cenotaph

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Fred Varden

Mon 27th Nov 2017 23:13

Sheer brilliance! Thank you Keith.

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keith jeffries

Sat 11th Nov 2017 12:10

Kevin, thank you for your comment on this poem. Much appreciated. Keith

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keith jeffries

Fri 10th Nov 2017 09:01

Martin, thank you for your comment which is much appreciated. The purple velvet curtain is a combination of purple being the liturgical colour used for funerals and associated with death and also repentance. Curtains of a heavy material were used throughout the last war to enforce the blackout precautions against air raids. Thank you again. Keith

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Martin Elder

Thu 9th Nov 2017 23:24

I like your recurring theme of the purple velvet curtain here Keith which works well.
Nice one

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keith jeffries

Thu 9th Nov 2017 20:42

Hannah, thank you for your comment which encapsulates the mood of November and your reminder that there are also festivals of light which await us as the year draws to a close. Thank you indeed. Keith

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Hannah Collins

Thu 9th Nov 2017 20:09

A beautiful poem. So much in November to remind us of the struggle and suffering and the remembrance we owe to those who served.
Summer waves goodbye and we draw inward to ritual and memory with festivals to light up the darkness.


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