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.








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


do not
a word


our comrades
are sleeping


the enemy
is near


and the forest
is breathing
a foggy spell


do not say


the atmosphere
is brooding


and one false ripple
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
of all the blood
ever shed
the world




  • Goldfinch60

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

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