Childish voices flicker
like vivid, foolish birds,
darting between the echoing shadows of the afternoon sun.
Bright tombstone eyes watch
huddled gracefully among the parched fields, stretching
to the horizon. The air is thick
A few flaccid poppies stir in the cooler breeze
too pale in the Summer’s dying breath to stand
And the Gallic farmhouses and trees and bright, brash hypermarché signs are all
as they should be –
And yet, underfoot
the earth shivers.
This post is dedicated to the hundreds of thousands of men, on both sides, who gave up their lives during the battle of The Somme, which took place 100 years ago today.