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The Battlefield


Horses screamed and armour clashed,

Warning shouts filled the air while

Mistress moon sailed overhead,

Her face inscrutable, no trace that she

Could hear or see the field below.

My eyes, unfocused, saw by her illumination

Row upon row of soldiers in ghost-like ranks

Marching down the hillside relentlessly,

Implacable, immovable, unbending, unyielding,

Their legs frozen in place for hundreds of years

As they stood in their prime, overseeing the scene

And remembering…


©Denise G Allen, 18 January 2014 16:18


Cypress Trees

Brookwood British Military Cemetery

Cypress Trees

Standing in formation
Like ghostly sentinels
Honouring the fallen –
Courageous soldiers
In the lonely garden of the dead.

Witnesses to warfare,
Of battles lost and won,
Of valour and endurance,
Of victory and death –
In silent admiration of the brave.


©DGA 27.09.2010