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Friday, 6 November 2015


Remembrance Day
A soft grey day                                                                     
on the cusp of winter chill.                                                
Fallen leaves, fragments underfoot -                                          
crushed frail wings of Speckled Wood;              
and shy moorhens dipping red shields  
backpedal against the charging stream.                                     

The glowing bonfire’s heaving heart
aims smoking tracers to the ashen sky.
Bitter drops of hawthorne’s vivid blood
flood the hedgerows; a heron waits -                              
and by the church scarlet poppies                                              
lie entrenched with pale crosses.                                    

From Hyde Park cannon boom
                         fracturing the still air.

© Sue Burley

 Published in 'Reach Poetry',
November, 2015; issue 105

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