Sheaves of cloud weeping seeds of rain on plane leaves wet and black echo muffled on the lawn- it’s autumn again. Remembrance of the sheaves of men harvested from French fields engenders tears from heaven for those who were slain. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P’s Shadorma […]
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Voice of a Bombed Church
My consecrated masonry crumbles and the bones of my joists are split and splintered. Grey light filters through shattered slates and windows, chasing dry dust motes through portals without doors. Thick brick dust trickles.My pointed arches barely withstood destructive forces. The only kindness I receive is from pigeons cooing in my beams,roosting in my ruins. […]
This poem is based on an account I read in the local newspaper
He Went to War His arm was blown off in World War One; When he came home, a one-armed man, The government replaced his gun With a knife-cum-fork And the equivalent Of two pounds a week. He told of boys in the trenches, So terrified they would crawl Around older men’s ankles, Only to see […]
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