Blood Red Poppies Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Crucified upon the wire One poppy lost among the thousands. Good work.

i found myself shivering when i read this. if you've never fought in a war, you couldn't possibly know the pain some go through. this gives us a clear picture.

Wonderful use of a specific detail to layer meaning at the close.

I was able to visualize evrything.i love the style and openness of it. I have became a fan from this poem.

It is a great poem.Thanks.

I am most favorably impressed with your poem Blood Red Poppies. I do not know if it is more accurate to say that you have resurrected the horror of national homicide for us, or exhumed the fallen brave, whose aspirations and hopes were buried long ago.

During the battle of the Somme, France,1916, the British sustained 60,000 casualties on the first day. Torrential rains turned the battlefield into a quagmire. In one month the Allies advanced five miles at the cost of 450,000 German.200,000 French and 420,000 British lives. I lost two uncles Blood red poppies sway Over silent fields Where birds no longer sing. - - - - - -War brings such massive destruction of human lives! ! A sad but beautiful poem thanks for sharing.

Great poem, succinct with such deepness.

war was a tragic thing to happen in our time. enjoyed your poem Colin. Alan