Archive for February, 2017

Lest We Forget

Posted: 26/02/2017 by Alternate Celt in poetry, political
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I wrote this for my latest TMA


Lest we forget

The poppy

In Flanders Fields it grows

Flowering for one brief day

Shedding petals on ground

Still scarlet stained

By the blood of blossoming youth
Lest we forget

We fought fascism

We fought it in trenches

On fields, streets and beaches

From bomb shelters

On radio waves and postered walls

In our living rooms and consciences

We fought fascism

And we won.
The promise of peace

The post war pact

The NHS

The Welfare State

Our safety net

Our life of civic order
Pay income tax

National insurance

Vote in the ballot box

Put in a lifetime’s 

Peaceful contribution

No more should we be,

Left alone, left behind

Prey to fear, prone to war

Torn by class, race and hate

Never again?

Lest we forget

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Adagio

Posted: 16/02/2017 by Alternate Celt in poetry
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Adagio

Reflections on ‘Adagio for Strings’ by Samuel Barber


The dead season

Little black trimmed postcards

In the village shop window

Multiply as the nights draw in

As the leaves fall

The rain and wind blow

At us


Murmurs of the sickroom

The dull beat of the ticking clock

Fading flowers for the patient

Lend their decayed, bassy funk

To the sharp sterile scents

Of this hushed vigil

Lives held, not breath

While inexorably approaching

The ultimate crescendo


The final movement

That wracks body and soul

Pulls acutely on delicate heartstrings

Until they sing a bittersweet note of mourning

Enrapture us in agony

Before fading into drained silence


The muted, spent heart

Cocooned in numbness

Smothered in grief

Seems incapable of more

Yet aches reawaken in the darkness

Stage a swelling reprise to the cold night

Bringing us at last

To catharsis

Jarring, jagged

Raw

But ultimately

We breathe again


Listen to Adagio for Strings here and let me know how it compares!