Frank Prem

3rd Ypres (1) a swamp (of all the world)

 

 

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

 

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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

 

~

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    The blood of lives sacrificed at the whims of those in power.



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