Blog Twenty Eight: A poem – Armistice​ 100

Not much to say, the idea for this came whilst observing the two-minute silence yesterday to mark Armistice Day.

Armistice 100


The silence shines in clear air.

Two minutes feels insufficient

after 100 years, but 120 seconds

march slowly, with due respect.


The sky hangs bright, a blue

that rejoices in freedom.

Heroically parading alongside

a proud sun, hanging low with

fresh morning reverence.


Colourless November leaves

make a last stand, holding

their positions, fighting

to the end, honouring

the fallen.


Faint solemn birdsong

reinforces the sense

of peace, ensuring

the day will always be remembered.