Wilfred Owen Montage

(This is a Montage Poem made up of lines from various Wilfred Own poems, mostly just first lines )

After the blast of lightning from the east

A dismal fog hoarse siren howled at dawn

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks

Whispering in my hearth 

Sojourning through a southern realm

Halted against the shade of a lost hill

Charged with beauty as ac loud

With bright darkling glows. 

Author's Note

(A Poem made up of lines from various Wilfred Own
poems, mostly just first lines and published just
a day or two before Britain declared war on Germany
on 4 August 1914 in tribute to Wilfred Owen,
one of the greatest First World War Poets)