I received a little 'hurry back' message, so I thought I should pop in. I've been busy with the release of Devil In The Wind (which has received some amazing reviews - take my breath away).
Anyway. I thought I'd share a snippet from a new project using photographs from WW! to write to.
Cheers,
Frank
~~~~~~~~~~
3rd Ypres (1) a swamp (of all the world)
do not
say
a word
our comrades
are sleeping
the enemy
is near
and the forest
is breathing
a foggy spell
do not say
anything
the atmosphere
is brooding
and one false ripple
might
break the spell
of calm
in this place
three times blessed
by the whistling
of bombs
by the tickle of a rill
of a stream
a river
into this feverish
swamp
of all the blood
ever shed
in
the world
~
-
Author:
Frank Prem (
Offline) - Published: May 15th, 2019 03:05
- Comment from author about the poem: Pictures used are sourced from the National Library of Australia or the Australian War Museum.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 15
Offline)
Comments1
The blood of lives sacrificed at the whims of those in power.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.