Poem -
POPPIES
Call him coward then
Should it please thee
He left before the end of fight
Panicked, ran
Took flight
Call him coward then
Should all you see is weak
Coward, traitor, enemy
Not brave
Not strong
All honour gone
Just a man then
No hero there
Just a man
Beyond despair
Deaf with noise
And blind with smoke
In screaming chaos
One man broke
Wounded, bleeding
Freezing, crying
On poppy red soil
His brothers dying
So call him coward then
Should it please thy will
But to me
He is
Brave Private Bill
RIP
Marion Price
(2018)
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Comments
Hello MARION!!....the repetition works beautifully here.....creating momentum for the flow of the whole.......you have such an excellentΒ sense of timing....when you read this aloud it becomes VERY apparent just how fine a deliverer of poetic verse you truly are......a fine remembrance!!.....ALL STARS!!......well conceived & BEAUTIFULLY delivered!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!....T xo β€β΄?Β
Bless you lovely Tony ...thankyou xxx
amazing write Marion. thank you for sharing it is an incredible verse
Thankyou Lisa ??
A man who would rather not be in war will always be a hero to me
Who knows how any of us will respond under such madness Crystal?? ...and some no more than children...all hero's ??
Hi Marion, great poem. It's sad to know that soldiers suffering from shell shock were often shot for being traiters during world war 1 and previous wars. I think your poem highlights the brutal reality of war.
- Syd xoΒ Β
Yes Syd...nothing is black and white is it...poor buggers, hellish experience. Thankyou so much for your comment xx