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Gown of Poppies

So I dreamt of sacrifice,

the blinding glare in the window,

a blue magenta dawn worth remembering.

At the cenotaph, the poppies glittering array,

medals like pendants on display.

Glowering, the mourning flower,

like an eternal weed raised high,

the poppy seed in flower

in golden hours upon a green

once crosses on unmarked graves,

now tell a tale, too well known,

a heavenly throne adorns

a woman in a gown of poppies.

About Geraldine Ward

Geraldine Ward has been writing and performing various forms of poetry and prose from an early age, and is a regular contributor at the London Farrago Poetry Slam nights. She has published a number of books including the "Now" collection, and has featured in other publications including Katie Metcalfe's "Beautiful Scruffiness" series of magazines.


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