Songs of Poppies Revisited

This Remembrance Sunday I am attaching links to two past posts of mine. On this day I recall all those who died or were injured in body or mind in wars they had no part in starting. I honour those who stood and fell against the forces of fascism from whatever country they hailed from. …

Remembrance: a poem by a red & white poppy wearer

If I don a red poppy it is not for one state, It is not to declare some glory in war – It’s so often started by greed, fear or hate – But I recall those perished on many a shore Due to directives of others, not due to fate, So many have died, I…

A Song of Poppies (in hope of more peace)

Bend swords into ploughshares, flutes, trumpets, drums and violins As one exhales their last, still another greatest symphony begins, And this is our triumph; when words fail us, the sound of horn Quavers upon wind, words of peace as seeds of poppies spawn; I will wear both red and white in remembrance and anticipation Of…

Rainbow Warriors and the Tardis

I enjoyed the first episode’s introduction to the dark, humorous, twisty twelfth Doctor. Beyond the story well told with satisfactory quips and quirks, relationships and potential story arcs were set up. I look forward to watching these develop and even more to exploring my inner geek in predicting them. I found the second of this…

Break: a human story of conflict in a ‘holy land’

This poem is inspired by real stories shared by friends and their friends living through escalating conflict in a ‘Holy Land’. I have written many poems recently and over time looking at different human angles of this ongoing conflict. Break “Break his arms so he cannot leave” Pleads a wife to the father of her…

Kali

Dark Mother, born of war, Kali, In anger did I invoke thee; Without eyes to see you come I tasted you upon my tongue And now is all your anger done? Four arms, with two you embrace Your child, their blood upon your face Slain by two other arms’ fierce grace From your three eyes,…