by Hellon   Nov 19, 2016

They stand in rows,
yellow and stained
like old men's teeth.
Forgotten sentinels
twisted, left to rot
in cavities of decay

but I see...

...among the debris
a stubborn poppy
fluttering in the breeze
offering some homage
to these ancient relics...

@Hellon 19th November 2016


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  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard


    I won't bore you with an overblown comment today, one, because Michael's done that (wink) and two, because I'm shattered! All I will say is that this a moving and delicate little write; well done,


  • 1 year ago

    by - Mr. Darcy


    I always have admired your writing. You highlight vantage points that always shed new light on a theme.

    Here we have a poem simply called 'stelai' I must admit to looking the meaning up. Interestingly there were two meanings, a navel war and a funeral war monument; usually taller than it is wide. Not unlike a tooth. :)

    I can visulise such 'teeth' left to decay, forgotten, like the men and the war they died in. The fact a lone poppy of remembrance lingers, 'fluttering' defying the passage of time, clinging onto the memory that many of us have forgotten, or in my case, sadly never knew.

    I will now read up on that war. Many thanks for highlighting this for me and others too.

    Take care,


  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    So beautiful but so sad.

  • 1 year ago

    by The Po whet

    Lovely write Hellon

  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    I absolutely love the visuals on this write! So sad but so beautiful in it's rawness.