Tuesday, November 11, 2025

Winging Wildly on Armistice Day

Ghosts of the Ancestors,
watching over the household,
on Veterans Day and everyday

Everyone Sang

Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on - on - and out of sight.

Everyone's voice was suddenly lifted;
And beauty came like the setting sun:
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
Drifted away ... O, but Everyone
Was a bird; and the song was wordless;
the singing will never be done.
(1919)
[ellipses in original]

By Siegfried Sassoon (1886 — 1967)
Our Current House Ghost, Thomasina

Our Previous Lace Ghost, Constance:
Owl ~ Samhain ~ Atwood ~ Childhood

P.S.
The Girl Who Feeds The Birds, 2024
By Elen Bezhen
See Ravenous Butterflies
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