Hebridean Graves
A Sea Loch Graveyard walled and gated
hues of purple peated earth,
the stones stand stoic, weather dated,
washed up from their briny birth.
Some names unknown "A Sailor" lies,
in silence resting side by side.
Adrift they came from distant skies
as tears that fell, though never cried.
On other shores long lives lived out
to wonder at what might have been,
had warships steered their hulls about
and left these barren hills unseen.
And here they stay to linger long
their bones and dust remembered well,
though this is not where they belong
they are embraced as those who fell.
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David RL Moore
Thu 20th Jun 2024 10:10
Thanks for passing by and giving comment John, always appreciated.
That "as tears that fell, though never cried" is open to interpretation.
I was attempting to reference the fact that so many of those who died were unknown, although they fell they were never mourned in the traditional manner in which family and loved ones mourn their loss...tears never fell on their physical graves.
On many occasions the dead were not even identified, merely buried as "A Sailor"
Extremely sad, yet these places are strangely peaceful and moving in their way.
Thanks again John, and to the likers.
David.