Flashback

Televisual tributes seep from every pore,

there’s dancing in the street, traffic stopped

stolen regimental caps and kisses for all.

Then earnest grey lined faces stare

at nothing in particular, recounting

horror, loss, what might have been

that last embrace, that telegram home,

wrinkled lips tremble, a tear escapes.

A clever fade to old photographs

of those same faces, now nubile

fearless, in black and white they fly,

beautiful lovers in uniform

shouting and facing down the storm.

Published by grahamrsherwood