I hope that this post will take you, the reader, on a journey. If you’re a regular reader of my blog, then you’ll know that I post many stories and poems that I’ve written over the years. However today, this poem is a little bit different because it’s accompanied by beautiful atmospheric photographs from Michael at Forties Photos! Michael and I “met” through Twitter, and share a love of World War II subjects and everything ’40s. He’s quite a photographer, and has been kind enough to help me out by supplying me with photos for my blog. I’m excited to share this collaboration with you, and I’m sure you’ll be as thrilled with it as I am.
A Soul Remembered
The atmosphere feels thick yet calm
In this place that I have known
The air sparkles brown and gray
With the dust of a weary day
And I hear voices; no, an echo
Memories are my only fellow
Each man, each friend, has gone home
In a place so busy I am alone
But still can feel what I used to feel
A joy electric, an accomplishment real.
Whether that lives here or just in mind
Has an answer undefined
Though I remember; remember well
The stories only these walls can tell
And a story much more unknown
More rare and precious, and not yet grown
I remember you who know it too
Though you are gone, and barely in view
We had that chapter, over too fast
Now onwards, perhaps the story will last.
The doors are locked, the memory within
And I am their keeper, their guardian
The soul of this place chills me yet
As I look around I can never forget;
Echoes of toil float through the air
The laughter, the hardship we had to bear;
Our footsteps, etched forever in dust
Remind me of your presence, and that I must
Live on in this place, for the soul still remains
Somedays a whisper, then louder refrains.
But always in the quiet, I can near touch that soul
Voices fade, friends leave; but it won’t grow old
In a cheerless shell, it brings hope
Through monotonous days, it gives scope
And as the poisonous dust hangs ever low,
Through it I see you as you come and go
You still exist here, somewhere in my heart
And here this great story got its start
Here I have lived, and many times cried
Here my feelings of doubt have died;
Even as the soul sleeps, I know it is there
I can feel its breath, its life in the air
In the depths of silence, in questioning why
I find peace, in this place still alive.
All photographs are attributed to Michael from Forties Photos, taken at former RAF base Metheringham. Check out the Metheringham Airfield website here, and be sure to browse more of Michael’s work here on Forties Photos!