finally!

I see that it has been 6 months since I last posted! I have , in that time, launched two poetry collections - "the spaces in between" and "the present tense", and am just working on my last EMA for the Masters before the dissertation stage. I missed posting this for Remembrance day but i think it is still worth putting it up, as we should be aware not just on one day of the sacrifices of war.

I went to the quiet fields of Flanders -

row upon row upon row upon row

the blankness of those faceless graves

strangely mocking of this weary world of words.

Unknown

Unknown

No name

How do we know who lies here?

Whose mother’s tears should wash this pure white stone clean?

It could be you -

It could be me who lies below -

our white bones are the same as his.

Yet with cold lips he kissed our mouths

his dying breath our living air.

The guns are silent now

no birdsong fills the space

No name

No name

No words

Silence

And we ourselves become mute.