Francis Ledwidge – Soldier. Poet. 1887-1917

This special edition of Corncrake is part of the many celebrations around the centenary of Meath poet Francis Ledwidge. He was serving with the 1st Battalion Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers when he was killed  at Passchendaele in 1917. (more…)

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The Rock Remains

For Francis and Ellie

They came and went, this trysting couple
Seeking shelter from both wind and rain
And from the prying eyes of the prurient; (more…)

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The Blackbird

i.m. Francis Ledwidge

Fair-haired Ellie shared
with me her sacred memory
of you, and your story (more…)

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Molly Christie

“Frank saved my life” my son says,
“there in Suvla Bay.”
Just so. It blew his leg away. (more…)

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The Greatcoat – Katja’s Story

Did I ever tell you, my dear grandchildren
About the Irish soldier who came upon me
Shaking with brimming fear and icy cold
In the harsh rain on a road in war-torn Serbia?  (more…)

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The Return

I met him early in the morn
Before the dawn, in grey light walking
He seemed as from another time
We fell in rhyme; we started talking. (more…)

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Ledge Whisperings

In truth, the loneliness landed long before you left
a human shield came into play, blurring the true picture
though the eyes told the story, had anyone cared to look (more…)

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Waiting for The Call

I longed to be there
before the bluebells calm hue faded
The river burbling its delight
as swallows returned to eaves and byres
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Some Other Heaven

Am I a fool? I often wonder to myself
When my beating heart’s eye perceives
The bullets that fizz and spark around me
Are but flowers tossed from the meadow
By a zephyr’s ever playful whim; (more…)

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Soliloquy

There was something in the air that day, a kind of softness in the wind. I was hanging out the washing in the garden, hoping to take advantage of the July warmth, when I saw Joe coming up the road from town. He was walking slow, pushing the bike along beside him.

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Never Fade

Words that echo from a haunted era
Such contrast amongst the carnage
Your voice still warms our hearts
A remarkable solider, a friend,
And son but never a husband.

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