BY THIS AUTHOR
Grand Profession
“but now alas,
All measure, and all language, I should pass,
Should I tell what a miracle she was”
June
We arranged the chess pieces
on a silver serving tray
as a mingled array of white and black
for corresponding squares - so that,
despite my efforts, the Queen could not attack...
The Silent Hills of Ypres
Misty morning, up on the hill
where lines of warriors stand still
in perfect order, name and rank,
while monuments stand still to thank.
Saluting the white lines, wondering if bare rocks could tell,
if the sons and fathers rest where they fell.
Early evening, the lines remain standing still.
White after white, occupying the hill.
All spilled just as much blood,
even if some rest “known unto God”.
Staring at the lines, a thought begins to grow.
“What they died for, I’d die to know”
By JPV