November


            
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

My child lay down in fields of red,
His heart still full of boyhood dreams,
While fireworks raged above his head.
 

Into the night the colours bled
Stitched up the sky with rainbow seams,
My child lay down in fields of red.
 

Bright eyed wonder replaced the dread
And childhood giggles stifled screams,
While fireworks raged above his head.
 

Frightened eyes stained by tears shed,
Glowed brightly then with blist’ring beams,
My child lay down in fields of red.
 

So fear amongst the heavens fled,
Relief into his body streamed
While fireworks raged above his head.
 

Kaleidoscopic final bed,
Once fearless youthful soul redeemed,
My child lay down in fields of red.
While fireworks raged above his head.

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9 responses to “November

  1. Lovely to read this again, Julie… such a sad song, simply worded and chiming its heart out. Perfect for a villanelle. This also works as a great counterpoint to Samuel’s.

  2. this is def sad….a child, no matter their age, making that final rest…the fireworks of course made me think of war as well…ugh, hard emotions emanating from your verse….very well done to form…

    and its great to see you as well…smiles.

  3. jcosmonewbery

    The sadness and wistfulness is well suited to the villanelle form. Nicely done.

  4. Julie, Your words touch the soul. Lovely to read again. This one brings tears to my eyes each time. Beautiful.

  5. first…so great to see you in the pub julie…and a wonderful villanelle you brought as well…the topic breaks my heart though…it’s so tough when someone loses their child in a war…you write with a very sensitive pen.. brought tears to my eyes..

  6. A timely reminder that all those in war are someone’s child

  7. the villanelle seems made for this sad topic. You used it to perfection.
    The repetition is so at home here,and it is hard to believe it was once a lyrical dance. Your poem must have given the parents some comfort.
    And I agree that DT’s writing shed is more inspiring than his home. Were you allowed inside?

  8. I’m crying J, such a well penned villanelle

  9. This touched me, made me tear up. Such simplicity, such sadness, such beauty – the world turned inside-out, and time turned back to its innocent days, in this simple, sad, beautiful memorial. Thank you so much for sharing this.

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