A Rosebud in Full Bloom

Unfurled petals expose hidden beauty
Delicate and soft
Heady scents excite the senses
Arouses passions

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A rosebud in full bloom (From F. Percy Smith’s The Birth of a Flower (1910).

This GIF is from a short film called “The Birth of a Flower” (1910), directed by F. Percy Smith. A tinted Silent Film.


A Hero’s Farewell

This is a prequel to my other WWI poem Where Once Stood Men

Church Bells Rang

When she spoke her voice was soft and warm
They met at the village church one Sunday morn
Searching for words to say he walked her home
Holding hands, never wanting to leave her side

Cherry blossoms whispered in cool morning breeze
Petals fell, swirling to the ground through silvery mist
A blanket of red and pink covered the muddy ground
The sweet scent filled their nostrils as they passed by

Late spring turned to summer as romance bloomed
Marvelling in her dimples every time she laughed
When the call came he answered, joining with his pals
But now one last night together with the girl he loves

At the village dance they swayed to the music
Arm around his sweetheart, holding her close
Feeling her warmth, her curves, loves first blush
Whispering in her ear, thoughts of her close

Leaving the dance, hand and hand they walked
Up the hill in moonlight as wispy clouds rolled by
Soft music faded into the cool night air below
Village lights flickered as merriment continued

Their last night together before he marched forth
She will give him a precious gift with a promise
She will wait for him as he promises in return
They will marry when he returns home a hero

They came from villages, towns and cities
Farmers, bankers, clerks, students and shop boys
Leaving mothers, fathers, wives and sweethearts
All answering the call of King and Country

From all corners of the land excited whispers ran
And with shouts of joy the church bells rang
A hero’s farewell as soldiers marched to war
A living memento mori shrouded in cheer

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The Velvet Darkness

In My Dreams

A twilight sun sinks low on the horizon
Light escapes as shadows creep forth
Clouds tremble in the death throes of day
Eyes pierce the velvet darkness and gloat

Moonbeams dance on the wings of fireflies
The breeze hums a tune hauntingly familiar
Thoughts begin to gather and circle in unison
Moon flowers open, a beacon of white light

A ghostly kiss on cheek, cool and mournful
Fingers dance on electric skin, shivers ripple
Her scent surrounds, sweet, overpowering
Memories shatter the stillness, tears flow

In my dreams she wants me
In my dreams she taunts me
In my dreams she haunts me
In my dreams I am lost to her

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