Wasteland of War

Dawn light is breaking

In waves of maroon,

Tangled with crimson,

Sky lit with doom.

The sentry was warning us,

Paper and pen,

Radio signalling

“Get ready, you men”.

The wasteland was lit

With a filter of red,

that stretched over corpses

And tinted the dead.

A battleground blooded

Before shots were fired,

As dawn light was breaking

The dug outs were mired

In shadows and sunlight,

That threw in relief

The lads’ brave demeanour,

And survivors’ grief.

Some more war poetry inspired by the texts that my English students are studying at the moment. It needs a bit of work still, bit on the nose at times!


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