THE SILENCE WAS DEAFENING. Ah Julia I like this prompt, I always observe the silence. Those who have followed me for a long time, will know how moved I was when I visited Gallipoli, and may have read my poem.
11 am November 11th
The silence was deafening. But I heard the first whisperings in my head as I stepped out of the car; Anzac was like an echo chamber full of young men.
Tell my wife I love her, kiss my little girl, tell mum my savings are in a box under the floor, dad I’m sorry, Mary forgive me? I didn’t confess Padre.
Yes, I’ll do my best. One at a time, I’ll make a list.
They always laughed when I said I hear voices, keep taking the medication, they said. Now, finally, I’ve found my vocation. Spirit messenger.
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Creepy. I was trying and trying to hear such echoes during Sunday’s silence so that the dead would be more than a statistic.
I don’t know if I hear but I feel an awful lot. Thanks for visiting.
Your writing is so evocative, Gilly. Beautiful tribute to those young lives given in service to their country.
The sixth sense?
Oh I couldn’t forget your deeply moving poem and that photo of a single red poppy that accompanied it Gilly.
Thank you Madhu, to be remembered is very special.
This was chilling, but at the same time a touching tribute to all those who lost there lives. Your writing is beautiful, as always.
Oh what a brilliant story with a great twist.
wow chilling and a lovely piece of writing
brilliant x
Lovely, Gilly. But eeek, chilling at the end.
So evocative and well written, Gilly.
Sad and very poetic.