War Poets

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Paul Verlaine’s Chanson d’automne was coded – still popular poetry – to give notice – his long sobs of French-sung violins declared an Allied invasion to those listening Whilst she never understood speeches of love – and our common mistakes – I would rarely read to her – she rarely read my mutterings – my...


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Kurt

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

So it goes - from the
slaughterhouse cellar
under Dresden -
At that safe depth -
with Werner Gluck -
his half-relative .../


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Objectors

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

My father - his own father
was a conscientious objector -
My grandfather laboured
under a slow faith - assured .../


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Shells

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I stand at a window
in the heart of Beirut
counting bullet holes
in the wall opposite
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The Night Before Remembrance Sunday

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We met an angel, alone,
at the far end of the playing field,
her troubled illumination
an alliance of digital arts,
with her hands held out,
palms up, her timber shell fragile,
as if saying:

'I was not real, I was not there, I am fiction'.


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Grudge Match

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

No new-built Britannia,
no tax-pirate ship:
A small piece of Britain!
It'll cost zillions of quids
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https://www.whitehelmets.org/

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Dusted down by the fallout,
now grit-showered,
the extra weight of white,
on their protection,
on their masked faces
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Fear of Flying

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We looked down at the craft
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Impossible Constructions

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Broken is my reaction: A child, now a man, lifts a child, both dusted, carried, one barefooted caught in sleep, or poverty? He looks dead, must his back be bared? Or does his red shirt roll over his hung head to mask his death? But it could be a girl, either way, carried from that blast, where stairs hang as...


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Holier-than-thou-Saudis

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Our dear Saudi friends
are trashing Yemen:
The city of Sana'a
is crumbling again:
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