Military History is a huge part of my life. It wouldn’t be possible without the amazing actions taken by soldiers throughout the 20th and 21st century, and this year I would like to share with you my favourite/iconic poetry that has come out of conflict.

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
        In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
        In Flanders fields.

2nd September 1939


What we have feared
Assumes dimension and a name;
The long shadow emerges from the wall;
The smoke is a flame.

So wind we heard in elm tree branches
Is a voice after all;
So corners wake,
And stairways speak,
And the twisted stick becomes a snake.

Ditty for Departing Troops


Keep your eye fixed normally on woe:
War solves problems, ends with armistice.
When Honour is at Stake we Gladly Go.
The victor’s rose will flower on our grave, for Justice
under her bloody blindfold is wide awake we know.


Published by Briony-Molly

Photographer & Designer. Horse Owner, Book Fanatic

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