‘… from the blood that soaks the earth …’

I had wanted to write something about orange for this post,  sparked by the situation in the Ukraine and how struck I was in 2004/5 when they underwent the Orange Revolution.   But the situation is far too serious for musings on the originality of orange as a colour for revolution.   So I will leave that until the country is safer.

Instead I am most proud to share a poem written by my 15-year-old God-daughter.   She read my first post of this year, ‘RED is BLOOD and LOVE and WAR and COMMEMORATION‘ and promptly sent me a piece of her writing in response.       I find it very moving and taut with powerful imagery.

Daisy Poemby Daisy Crawley

The tracks down the homebound road

Soldiers boots, wars final tread

A struggle through the early snow,

A veil covering the dead.

A blur, a blizzard through the soldier’s eyes.

Some have none at all

For in their ears ring battle cries.

Dreams shall haunt them til they fall

Down sweeping hills flows old war blood

Say rumours and whispers in the wind and waves

But restless soldiers in deep slumber

Are haunted by the ones they could not save

The war sits embedded on British turf

Then comes the season that melts the snow

From the blood that soaks the earth

The soldiers live on in the poppies that grow

In a crowd of unrecognisable faces

Spies the naked eye a cluster of red

Pinned to each coat is a poppy

A flower to remember the brave and the dead.

At a time when our country seems to be stiff with broadcasts about the centenary of The Great War, ‘The War to End War‘,  I mourn that human beings have not learned that lust for territorial ownership is the sign of an unevolved nation.   But maybe with the creative energy of youth such as that of my God-daughter,  the world will learn …

IN MEMORY OF THE FALLEN 1914-1918 by Francesca Howard, oil & acrylic on canvas, 2' x 2' -  60 x 60cms
IN MEMORY OF THE FALLEN 1914-1918 by Francesca Howard, oil & acrylic on canvas, 2′ x 2′ – 60 x 60cms

8 Comments

  1. Lovely poem from Daisy – I like the soldiers in deep slumber haunted by the ones they could not save…I’d love to hear more about orange as it’s such a juicy colour that always grabs my attention. (And I was just reading a blog mentioning a beautiful orange cocktail made from bitter orange – the colour so rich.)
    Words don’t do justice to the insidious awfulness of what is happening in Ukraine.

  2. Lovely heartfelt poem, with some great imagery. Strangely I too have written a poem about Ukraine. Not my usual style or subject matter, but I felt a strong pull to express something of the outrage I felt at the bullies of the world. I’ll send you a copy. xxxx

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