11.11.11

heads bowed, in silence

we remember them

 

only the tip

of a bayonet moon…

buried alive

unearthed in nightmares

my Grandfather’s Somme

 

lone bugler…

an extra polish

to Venus

 

pinpoint stars…

how the last post

lingers

 

for Jack Boyle, from the grand daughter you never lived to see.

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Kirsten Cliff - Swimming in Lines of Haiku
    Nov 11, 2011 @ 23:10:20

    A very moving post, Claire. Thank you for sharing. Xxx

    Reply

  2. Brian
    Nov 12, 2011 @ 00:22:55

    I feel like weeping.

    A cold, exquisite galaxy made to fix an entire lost generation of young men – many of them mere boys – in memory.

    Rest in peace, Jack Boyle. You are not forgotten.

    Truly beautiful, Claire.

    Brian

    Reply

    • Claire
      Nov 12, 2011 @ 11:05:18

      Brian and Kirsten,
      Thank you, my friends…your presence in my life, beyond the reaches of poetry, is very much cherished.

      Reply

  3. Paul Smith
    Nov 15, 2011 @ 10:54:38

    A beautiful tribute Claire.

    Reply

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