A flickering glimpse
Of life as it was,
A spyglass peering
At the past now long gone.
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I live in East Anglia, about 60 miles from London where I work as a supply (substitute) teacher in various primary schools. I have read poetry for pleasure for many years but written little. As a result of reading the work of other poets I have been inspired to begin writing again.)
So Long Ago
A flickering glimpse
Of life as it was,
A spyglass peering
At the past now long gone.
Figures, now dust
Gaze out at me,
Waving across the years,
Little knowing that
War would claim so many.
In a way
They are still there,
Trapped forever
Within the celuloid.
A peep behind the eyes
Of long dead souls.
Trapped for all eternity,
Forced to perpetually repeat
The actions of that day,
So long ago.