The Flowers of the Forest,
that fought aye the foremost,
The Flowers of the Forest
are a’ wede away.
On 9 March.
He was still in Sudzha.
Where there was “panic.
And collapse of the front”.
‘Elves’ troops.
“Are trying to leave.
– columns of troops.
And equipment.”
“Some of them are.
Burned by ‘orcs’ drones.
On the road.
It is impossible.”
“It is impossible.
To leave during the day.”
Movement of men.
Logistics and equipment.
Had been reliant.
On one major route.
Between Sudzha and.
Ukraine’s Sumy region.
The Flowers of the Forest,
that fought aye the foremost,
The prime of our land,
are cauld in the clay.
He said it was possible.
To travel on that road.
Relatively safely.
A month ago.
By 9 March.
It was “all under the fire control.
Of the enemy.
– drones around the clock.”
“In one minute.
You can see.
Two to three drones.
That’s a lot.”
“We have all the logistics here.
On one Sudzha-Sumy highway.
And everyone knew that.
The ‘orcs’ would try to cut it.”
“The ‘orcs’ would try to cut it.
But this again.
Came as a surprise.
To our command.”
At the time of writing.
Just before ‘orcs’ retook Sudzha.
He said ‘elves’ forces were.
Being pressed from three sides.
The Flowers of the Forest,
that fought aye the foremost,
The Flowers of the Forest
are a’ wede away.
*Because I read “’Everything is finished’: Ukrainian troops relive retreat from Kursk” by Jonathan Beale & Anastasiia Levchenko on 17 Mar 2025, and also “Why are Ukrainians calling Russians ‘orcs’?” by James FitzGerald on 30 Apr 2022, on the BBC news.
So, I wrote this poem as a story of Volodymyr, led by ‘The Flowers of the Forest’ by Jean Eliot, you know.
Please read the original story on the BBC news:
Retreat from Kursk: Ukrainian troops tell of catastrophe and panic
