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Poppy

Posted byThe Silly-Savvy SalopianNovember 11, 2018October 2, 2019Posted inSilly-Savvy PoemsTags:armistice, Birmingham, Myddle, poetry, poppy, remembrance day, roll of honour, Shropshire, West Midlands, WWI, WWI poets

 

‘Poppy on East Hill, Sudbury’ by
Jay Cool

Poppy is a blood-red word,

No pulse, now lost
No heartbeat, hampered
Called out for World War’s cost.
Yet poppies, red and proud,
Sit high atop
Linen suits in crowds
Giving life to men’s non-stop
Legs that march to beat of drum
As sockets swing
Arms, punching right, fist and thumb
For them, no wars, impending
Today, I wear my poppy
Proud, and Uncles, great
Remember.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Sunday 11th November, 2018

 

 

Inspired by ‘On Receiving the First News of the War’ by Issac Rosenberg, 1890-1918.
Composed in remembrance of my many Great-Great Uncles, from Myddle, Shropshire and Wolverhampton & Birmingham, in the West Midlands, who gave their lives in the First World War.
Roll of Honour, St Peter’s Church, Myddle

 

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Posted byThe Silly-Savvy SalopianNovember 11, 2018October 2, 2019Posted inSilly-Savvy PoemsTags:armistice, Birmingham, Myddle, poetry, poppy, remembrance day, roll of honour, Shropshire, West Midlands, WWI, WWI poets

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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered. View more posts

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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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