‘Villanelle’ poem written by Roland Leighton to Vera Brittain.
Violets from Plug Street Wood, Sweet, I send you oversea. (It is strange they should be blue, Blue, when his soaked blood was red, For they grew around his head; It is strange they should be blue.)
Violets from Plug Street Wood- Think what they have meant to me- Life and Hope and Love and You (And you did not see them grow Where his mangled body lay Hiding horror from the day; Sweetest it was better so.)
Violets from oversea, To your dear, far, forgetting land These I send in memory, Knowing You will understand.