Passchendaele
Jul. 28th, 2011 09:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanOh, western wind
The taint of chlorine gas from the east, the dull thump of gas-masks on each breath as the men look out across No Man's Land.
When wilt thou blow
The rumble of artillery fire approaching relentlessly; the thunder of heaven from blackened skies.
That the small rain down can rain.
Lightning flare, revealing the white armbands, the red crosses, the frightened eyes looking to him for reassurance, for orders. He smiles, grimly, and does not tell the ambulance crews what he is thinking.
Christ, that my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again!
The prompt for the 27th was poetry, so I went for the oldest, shortest poem I knew. (Thanx, anonymous!) And then I did some internet research for the setting.
The taint of chlorine gas from the east, the dull thump of gas-masks on each breath as the men look out across No Man's Land.
When wilt thou blow
The rumble of artillery fire approaching relentlessly; the thunder of heaven from blackened skies.
That the small rain down can rain.
Lightning flare, revealing the white armbands, the red crosses, the frightened eyes looking to him for reassurance, for orders. He smiles, grimly, and does not tell the ambulance crews what he is thinking.
Christ, that my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again!
The prompt for the 27th was poetry, so I went for the oldest, shortest poem I knew. (Thanx, anonymous!) And then I did some internet research for the setting.
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