Thank you to
for joining in last week with your stories that explained the uneasy look of the child on the escalator. Apologies that once again I wasn’t able to reblog all of them.
I’ve chosen a couple of lines from Francis Ledwidge this week from his poem The Dead Kings. The Turner seems to illustrate them, or one aspect of them, to me. I’d like you to write a poem, any kind of poem, inspired by the words, the image, but also by the title of the poem and the fact that it is a war poem. Ledwidge didn’t write poems from the trenches full of mustard gas and fox holes, but full of longing for his native countryside and observations of the countryside he saw around him, even when it must have been shelled almost out of existence.
A few stars glimmered through the morn,
And down the thorn the dews were streaming.
From The Dead Kings
Hope this appeals. Looking forward so reading the results.
Forgot to add, if you join in, please leave a link to your poem in the comments by next Tuesday and I’ll try to reblog.
