Ode to Bluebells - Bronwyn Desjardins (In Memoriam: Eric Laver)

Ode to Bluebells - Bronwyn Desjardins (In Memoriam: Eric Laver)

Sunday, 7 December 2008 at 00:46

Bluebells swell deep
Where hearts fell asleep.
Once a carpet of blood swept fear,
Now a sea of bluebells dear.

They ring for the men in silence
Who stood up against, and in gruesome violence,
Despite the pounding screaming
Of the pulse that raced unfailing.

Where you slumped from your blue-blood driven mission,
Blue blossoms come into fruition.
Long dead, these men and women who battled here,
Now honour and perfumed peace replaces their fear.

Blades of green intermittently peak and stutter,
Standing up for the names this generation does not utter.
Parents, siblings and children of whom
Are too, but barely a faded photograph hanging in a room.

No longer do canons roar and bullets sing.
This field’s harmonious silent blue ring,
Reminds all to forever give thanks
To the young men and women whose blood fertilized these banks.

Bluebells blossom dear
In a field once carpeted with fear.
Where young lives fell asunder,
Now, for us, a sea of bluebells to plunder.