Below is a selection of poems, inspired by the First World War, written by Meg Pybus

 

Helmets (19)COLUMNS

The orderliness of it all

Helmets

All the same

One in front

of the other

Leading ranks

banked

filing together

 

Advancing

In three ranks

Commanded

Running

Before falling

Sprawling

Today

A universe

Still, white

graves,

composed

rows

fading

into

distant

green

fields.

 


GO DOWN FIGHTING

He fought for his country

He fought for the truth

He fought back his fears

He fought with his youth

 

He fought back his tears

With thoughts of his wife

On the battlefield bleeding

He fought for his life

 


Meg Gunner Morris (9)

THE AWAKENING

Primroses greet us

In shy March sunshine

 

Arched backs

Tilted headstones

bend into their beds

suffocating

in weeds.

 

Kneeling at a bed

Without a stone

Nails scratch,

the hard-baked soil

scraping along

the rimming frame.

 

Peeling back

mossy blankets

Wafer crusts of stone

spall through fingers

into the earth.

 

One by one

letters

peer into the light.

Childlike

we spell out the name

A gunner

1919

A rural postman

Now

Remembered.

 

Meg Pybus March 2014, finding the grave of Joseph Alexander Morris in Stokesay Churchyard.

Joseph Alexander Morris died 5th February 1919, aged 37, of the Spanish flu