Beaded Dreams (11 November 2013, Remembrance Day)

Morning air stilled

across a  poppy light dawn,

rivulets of cloud ripple.

The sea speckles gold and silver,

fields an ardent green.


Tender yew fringes hallowed ground

beyond the cemetery walls,

where slices of autumn gather,

dance flame, russet and ruby red

on cold marble stone.


A lace cobweb spans angel wings

shreds of youthful dreams

caught in dewy beads,


they gather in your memory.



2 thoughts on “Beaded Dreams (11 November 2013, Remembrance Day)

  1. Thanks Holly, appreciate your thoughts 🙂 I write a poem for my Great Grandfather who died in the Battle of the Somme in 1916, he was an English man and left my grandmother and her sisters orphans, they had a difficult life growing up. I try to remember him for he died for our freedom. Love and light Maire xx

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