Keith Jeffries

Keith Jeffries Poems

They lay in fetid mud, covered in congealed blood
All around the trappings of hell did abound
Broken bodies, pallid skin, all had died in a din
Stillness now dwelt in hell´s backyard
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Men and women lie in the dust and ashes of life,
having sacrificed themselves for our freedom.
They take with them their courage by example,
we inherit their legacy, our liberty won.
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It lies like a furrow in a distant field
an anniversary of events long since passed.
The wind blows over this foreign landscape
rustling the autumn leaves about a myriad of graves.
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Keith Jeffries Biography

Keith Jeffries is a poet and writer who was born in Solihull, Warwickshire, England in 1948. He spent his formative years in Lancashire. On leaving school Keith served for 10 years in HM Forces. He was later ordained priest in the Anglican Church where he remained until retirement. Keith has lived, studied and worked in England, Germany, Spain, Oman, the USA and the West Indies. Keith is a free thinker with a pragmatic view on the many aspects of life, this he believes, in part, comes from his sexuality and the consequences of it. He now lives in retirement in Spain where he has devoted himself to Spiritual Direction and Writing.)

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Hell´s Quagmire

They lay in fetid mud, covered in congealed blood
All around the trappings of hell did abound
Broken bodies, pallid skin, all had died in a din
Stillness now dwelt in hell´s backyard
As distant guns thundered and continued to roar
A dark tinged sky of cloud and cordite
Drizzled its misery upon the mutilated dead
Rifles as broken kindling lay in squalid slime
Close to the brave now lost to their hellish grave
Freckled wire matted over a tragic scene
Beneath, those whose lives were doomed to die
Helmets, gas masks guns galore now failed to keep a score
Craters disfigured a muddy hide of lines broken and askew
Fortifications never meant to last had gone in a blast
Smouldering ruins, the staggering wounded
Horses, dogs, casualties too were now human prey
Trees, bare, uprooted, bereft of leaves or branches
Cried to the sky as they too wanted to die
Papers, letters and the like did flutter as distant guns did stutter
Hell had visited this place and left its mark
and despite the day all became dark64747

Keith Jeffries Comments

Poems dealing with war and the spiritual life are particularly outstanding

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