The Colour of Poppies
This poem was written by Esha, in remembrance of the Great war.
Redolent of a past, long gone,
Evanishing under a modern sun,
Dying sounds of shell-shocked guns.
Blackened mud where memories fade,
Lives forgotten, dismissed and decayed,
All ageless in this time in a myriad ways.
Careless commands cause glories delayed,
Kyphotic souls’ journeys here forever stayed.
Greenery; the very scenery of treasured times,
Recollections of visits to happier, warmer climes.
Exorcising convictions of Man’s dreadful war crimes,
Eventually silenced by immeasurable, sacred, sinless signs.
Now peace reigns plentiful, free, sacrosanct, supreme, sublime.