Wednesday, April 29, 2026

RIFLES UPTURNED AT ALNWICK... (MY NEW POEM ABOUT THE WAR MEMORIAL AT ALNWICK, NORTHUMBERLAND...)

 Rifles Upturned At Alnwick…

(Alnwick’s war memorial, Northumberland…)



The infantryman, the sailor and the airman each rest their gently 

Overlapped hands upon the upturned buttstocks of their rifles, honouring

The dead and the maimed, their heads bowed in solemnity upon a memorial erected

Upon the busy corner of Alnwick’s Denwick Lane…


The infantryman and the airman wear puttees around their lower legs, neatly

Wrapped, whilst the sailor wears gaiters, a means of ensuring

The prevention of debris from entering his boots and to keep the shins protected.

And upon the three faces are traces of warfare’s strain…


The infantryman, the sailor and the airman keep their bayonets hidden respectfully,

Their uniforms look pristine, yet the expressions are mindful of their warring.

The Doric stone column speaks of strength, despite the loss of life and the loved ones affected

By personal grief, of anger and of the unenviable horror and sufferance of emotional pain…     



Pete Ray…

28th April 2026… 







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