Passchendaele
Hail and rain, mud all around, machine gun clack, no
turning back Passchendaele. Men dying in bullet hails, shouts and painful
wails, Passchendaele. Over the top to certain death 6000 men lay in the mud,
oozing blood, Passchendaele.
Edgar Mobbs, hero of the hour, over the top for to a
machine gun stop, cut down in his prime, dying in thick sludge and grime, hero
second to none, Passchendaele. Men of rugby will be playing no more, casualties
of war, Passchendaele. War on an unprecedented scale, men never came back to tell
their tale. Passchendaele.
Families cry and wail, Their loved ones fall on
foreign ground, many of them never found, just memorials of that horrific
killing ground, Passchendaele. Forests grow and peace flows, in this tranquil
place where that battle took place, Passchendaele.
Mark Symmonds
48-year-old Mark Symmonds from Northampton, England,
started writing poetry and flash fiction on a regular basis in April 2017 and
has already published over 100 pieces of work on his blog at https://marksymmonds.blog.
Mark writes freestyle rhyming poetry covering a
variety of genre. His flash fiction is dark and haunting, often with an
unexpected twist. Mark has started writing a novel, which, along with his
poetry and flash fiction, he hopes to get published soon. Mark publishes his
work all over social media with nearly three thousand followers on twitter
alone.
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