Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.145.170.67

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

Recall the midwife

To the cenotaph

War is over


For now at least


Nothing but poppy petal buttercup remain 
in tact to blow away this coming eve

Or grow from flounder's red sodden field

To flutter on a chasten solar breeze

Up and up so only downward grave
can see

So pray the world outside relent drunken
on the floral scent

Sprayed by white tailed doves formation 
flying overhead

Signaling in semaphore

Death is dead once more

We've little left to fill a casket

Apart from surplus faulty armaments

Scattered across the length and breadth 
of no man's lands

To carry these giant's home

To mother's

Wishing they we're never born

Or had a daughter instead

Amen

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required