Battleground Tour

Around the traveller
the mourning lace of leafless trees
is as still as laundered unworn white ruffs
atop a dark torso of ancientlandscape
grey rocks fringe the emerald grass of
the emptied battlegrounds
and from the stiff branches of trees
unblinking eyes watch
feeding imagination
with a sense of never more
the interspersing of feathers
ruffling in the wind's whine
playing a sad, wordless hymn
of remembrance
Monday, May 7, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: war memories
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