That Crimson Petal ~ A Poem

In honour of Remembrance Day, I’ve written a poem. Lest We Forget. Close your eyes and hear my whistle. Backs straight, sharp and brittle. Listen boys, to every sound.Keep those feet, light on the ground. Leaving our home, this pitiful trenchTo charge out there, amongst the stench. Bodies rot upon the grass.We can only wait…

At The Tower Of London, The Poppies Blow

We’re used to hearing about blood being spilled from the Tower of London. But this image is a haunting, poignant one that – fittingly -‘we will never forget.’ A chilling sound of a single trumpet, rings through the air. It’s a sombre moment for those of us gathered around the stunning poppy exhibition at the…