R.I.P

slumbering in earthen graves

some known others not

flesh on bones left to rot

faceless now lost in caves

laying long in dirty trenches

waiting for death to come

bloodied rows crowded tomb

rotting flesh smells and stenches

immobile bodies lay so still

crimson sticky puddles stick

open wounds carrion lick

‘til rats and birds have had their fill

no romance in bloody wars

boys and men go to die

for what? perhaps just lies

just some so-called cause

sleep now hush now darling

little boys one and all

lay you down and gently fall

asleep with Jesus calling

© Liola Lee 2007

With Remembrance Day on the horizon I thought I would repost this poem. I wrote this in 2007 to remember all those service men and women who fought in all wars. The imagery in the poem is more in reference to The Great War and the trenches. Please know The image here is of my beautiful Dad who signed up for the RAF at the age of 18. He and many like him served their Sovereign and Country in World War II to keep us free…I blended the image with a field of Poppies to create a dramatic effect.

Malta

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© LiolaPhotographic 2019

Malta is a colourful city with many layers! Fabulous architecture, lovely people, and so much military history. I am currently trying to participate in this year’s NaNoWriMo so thought to post a picture here as a sort of filler to stay engaged with all you lovely people here on WordPress.