Snippets

One day to reflect and see the faces
echoed back. All the same people
with limbs not arms. A message
passed on, remembered, at home.

A brief snippet from a poem I wrote a few years ago about the Christmas Truce in the trenches, it’s one of my favourite things that I’ve written so here’s a little of it.

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