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Bubbles

19/4/13 12.01am

 

Like fragile bubbles, children fly

so swiftly as we set them free

between the earth and cloudswept sky

with colours swirling magically.

 

I watched my sweet boy go to war

so sad-eyed, in his uniform

his colours darker than before

like greying clouds before a storm.

 

Go carefully into the fray

beloved boy, return to me

all I can do is wait and pray

as once again, I set you free.

 

 

*Inspired by a scene from BBC1's The Village, in which Joe (Nico Mirallegro) was about to return to

the front line in WW1 and his mother Grace (Maxine Peake) had been showing very poignant hints of

the fear she felt for his survival in the trenches.*

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Apr 18, 2013
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