Tattered faceless silhouettes
Staggered across no-man’s land,
Fumbling to attach bayonets,
Unkind weapons in shaky hands.
Wisps of men blundered in thick of gas
Back to the comfort of a mud-filled trench,
Eyeless heroes in useless masks
Smothering in the toxic stench.
One innocent soldier wandering wide,
Heading for trenches on the other side,
Felt the tentative touch of a decent hand
Guide him through the horror of no-man’s land.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Image found on www.independent.co.uk
Tonight, Open Link Night is hosted by Gayle from Bodhirose’s Blog. She’s been telling us that the U.S. is well into autumn now: temperatures are beginning to drop, the trees are bursting into their autumn colours and it’s also a popular time for many festivals and art shows.
Over here in the UK, most schools have celebrated Harvest Festival by now and children are eagerly awaiting Halloween and then 5th November, Guy Fawkes Night. On 11th November it is Remembrance Day, when I shall be travelling into Norwich to see myself on the big screen, reading poems inspired by a workshop on ‘acts of kindness in war’, one of which I have shared tonight.