FLOWERS FOR HIS GRAVE
FLOWERS FOR HIS GRAVE by Lesley Traynor
‘Their flowers, the tenderness of patient minds’ Anthem for Doomed Youth, Wilfred Owen
After he left with the thrum of war in his heart,
it was planted.
Before winter sent its tendrils, slender fingers drilled
through blood red earth, dropped the seed into the
hiding it from those who would steal its life. Each day
to it of love, encouraged it to survive, prayed for roots
sanctuary, hold onto the tear sodden earth. Time was
with caresses along green shoots, the swelling of her
Buds sought the growing light, turned to face south,
to hear tender words read from hasty notes carried
on a salty wind.
In another's land, ravaged fingers drilled down through
the bloodied earth, his promise to hold onto life
A sapling that would not reach its height. Scarlet
a blown flower travel east on a wailing wind,
her hand held high in salute.
Flowers for his grave.
Photo by Peter Dargatz