She
called herself a chump for having given
men
the white feather. She was one of two
women
who owned to it on television.
Live
with that thought on everything you do.
The above was meant to be my entry in the Poem Pigeon competition, for work including the word 'feather'. I
posted it on the day of the competition deadline, having heard of the
competition earlier in the week.
Entry in the Poem Pigeon competition is by posting on their site, where everyone can see the work. The poem is up now at http://bit.ly/18saYiR . I'd have done well to look out the rules first hand. I understood that the competition was for poems no more than 10 lines long. In fact, the stipulation was for no more and no less than 10 lines -- so my poem isn't eligible. But publication in that website makes it eligible for inclusion in this blog.
Entry in the Poem Pigeon competition is by posting on their site, where everyone can see the work. The poem is up now at http://bit.ly/18saYiR . I'd have done well to look out the rules first hand. I understood that the competition was for poems no more than 10 lines long. In fact, the stipulation was for no more and no less than 10 lines -- so my poem isn't eligible. But publication in that website makes it eligible for inclusion in this blog.
For much more about the story, see the post 'White feathers: stories of courage, recruitment and gender at the start of the Great War' in George Simmers' research blog 'Great War fiction'. And, to give
further credit where it's due, I heard of 'Great War fiction' via the blog of singer
and musical scholar Philip Lancaster.
'Decades apart' was one of four poems I wrote in August 2013. The others, I hope, will make their way into this blog by the usual process.
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