Strange meeting (after Wilfred Owen)

Poem by Roger Iredale

'...the shattered trees, broken farmhouse, mounting death of comrades and uneasy brooding peace.' | Photo: by Dave Hoefler on Unsplash

And suddenly we came upon fellow men, sipping tea
in a basket of darkness underneath a hollowed gentle
moon. Their voices overcame the stillness
of the silvered glade, the whereabouts of mystery

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