Welcome Guest ( Log In | Register )

Reply to this topicStart new topicStart Poll

> Passchendaele, Nov. 1917 3rd Ypres
Posted: 03-Nov-2008, 01:18 PM
Quote Post


Main: Registration
Questions: Help
Important: Rules
Messages: Search


Mud, Stench, Desolation
Shattered Trees
Shattered Souls
Death hangs
In the air
Shells screech
Tearing the silence
Asunder,roaring overhead
Plunging to Earth
Wounding the Land
Geysering soil,rocks
And bodies in ugly
Mushrooms skywards
To cascade back, haloing
Another crater
Bleeding putrid water
The rats grow fat
And ever bolder
Odious chisel teeth
Grining from blood
Smeared faces as
They gorge on
Rotten offal that
Once were men.
Fear chokes the brain
That teeters on
The edge, legs tremble
Body quakes, waiting
Waiting for the
Piercing shrill of
Whistles that
Signal attack and
Steady the nerves
The fear is there
But now contolled
Along the line
The Khaki mud
Boils up and out
To flow across
The Tortured Land
And falter at
The wire wall
There met by
Deaths own
Leaden Hail
And Slaughter
Done at Passchendaele.
Posted: 03-Nov-2008, 01:45 PM
Quote Post

Member is Offline

Celtic Guardian
Group Icon

Group: Scotland
Posts: 3,365
Joined: 18-May-2007


A very explicit and gruesome image of war you describe. As I read your poem I can walk in this field and smell and see the vivid image of Death.

Well written Camac,


"Few men are brave:many become so through training and discipline."
Flavius Vegetius Renatus

"I think a hero is an ordinary individual who finds strenght to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles."
Christopher Reeve
PM My Photo Album               
Posted: 03-Nov-2008, 05:55 PM
Quote Post

Member is Offline

Celtic Guardian

Group: Celtic Nation
Posts: 1,069
Joined: 29-Mar-2008

Realm: Southern Michiagn USA


Your poem has brought memories of what little bits of war my father would let my brother and I hear. It had me remember Vet Nam,and the time my father and daughter went to see Saving Private Ryan.We came out crying and my father saying " Thats as close to the real thing I hope you would ever have to see".

Wonderful poem,something for everyone too remember.

I hate war all wars

user posted image
Hopes are towers in the skies Dreams are wings taking flight

The Boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best Shadowy and vague. Who shall say where one ends and the other begins


PMEmail PosterMy Photo Album               View My Space Profile.
Posted: 03-Nov-2008, 07:36 PM
Quote Post

Member is Offline

Celtic Guardian

Group: Celtic Nation
Posts: 896
Joined: 18-Jul-2006

Realm: Tangerine, Florida


Reminds us to give special thanks to all our Veterans. Specially since November 11 is Veteran's Day in the US.


"Nature always wears the colors of the spirit." -
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
K. Gibran

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
John Muir

"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves."
John Muir
PMEmail Poster               
0 User(s) are reading this topic (0 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:

Reply to this topic Quick ReplyStart new topicStart Poll


Celtic Radio Network
Celtic Radio is a TorontoCast radio station that is based in Canada.
TorontoCast provides music license coverage through SOCAN.
All rights and trademarks reserved. Read our Privacy Policy.

[Home] [Top]