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 Continue reading “Ledge Whisperings”
I knew her parents didn’t like me.
Not good enough, they said.
She was torn
and tore away from me: Continue reading “My Name is Frank Ledwidge”
I longed to be there
before the bluebells calm hue faded
The river burbling its delight
as swallows returned to eaves and byres
Continue reading “Waiting for The Call”
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; Continue reading “Some Other Heaven”
Huddled in a ditch in Ypres
bowed beneath the rain
hunkers Francis Ledwidge,
Continue reading “The Road Maker”
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.
Continue reading “Soliloquy”
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.
Continue reading “Never Fade”