October 1942

The battle of El Alamein was one of the major
turning points in WWII. Here’s my take on it, and how
my father turned to poetry to deal with war.


El Alamein –
the place
where poetry                                           
became need
beyond want

a way to put gunfire –
bombs     minefields
sand drilling flesh –
into order

a way to find respite
in a glimpse of magnolias –
moonlight on a sandbag wall

it was
the place of knowing
that only men who fought
at Alamein
would mark the map
with sand and yellow moon

we who come later
find lilies
and buried poems

from ‘A Summer Father’ published by Frontenac House, 2006.

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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