Poppy

'Poppy on East Hill, Sudbury' by

Jay Cool

Poppy is a blood-red word,

No pulse, now lost

No heartbeat, hampered

Called out for World War's cost.

Yet poppies, red and proud,

Sit high atop

Linen suits in crowds

Giving life to men's non-stop

Legs that march to beat of drum

As sockets swing

Arms, punching right, fist and thumb

For them, no wars, impending

Today, I wear my poppy

Proud, and Uncles, great

Remember.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Sunday 11th November, 2018

Inspired by 'On Receiving the First News of the War' by Issac Rosenberg, 1890-1918.

Composed in remembrance of my many Great-Great Uncles, from Myddle, Shropshire and Wolverhampton & Birmingham, in the West Midlands, who gave their lives in the First World War.

Roll of Honour, St Peter's Church, Myddle