Monday, 4 August 2014

The Day the Lights went out

In memory of the lamps going out across Europe and the lives we lost -


The Day the Lights went out

A Sunday it was I think, yes a Sunday. Mum had been to Church.
Roast dinner, kids fighting in the garden, Mum laughing as they played.
Just another day, like any other day.
Dad moaned about those Suffragettes, Mum shook her head in despair.
Uncle Albert worried about the Emerald Isle, Auntie commented on the spuds.
Just another day, like any other day.
Cousin Alice was remembering the wedding, glamour in Berlin
The Kiaser, Tsar, our own King George - didn’t it prove they all got on?
Just another day, like any other day.
Granddad rocked back and forth and over a thousand miles away
Someone shot an Archduke, we didn’t know just who.
Just another day, like any other day.

It was August I think, yes it was August. Grey had gone to the Commons.
A light lunch, armies fighting on the border, Mum crying as they fought.
Just another day, like any other day.
Dad moaned about Ferdinand, Mum shook her head in despair,
Uncle Albert worried about Belgium, Auntie commented on the sprouts.
Just another day, like any other day.
Cousin Alice was remembering a wedding, unfashionable in the East End
The mother in law, cousins, our own old Gran – didn’t they all get on?
Just another day, like any other day.
The Foreign Secretary rocked Parliament, and many miles away
Someone shot soldiers, we never knew just who.
Just another day, like any other day.

Sir Edward returned to the Foreign Office and as the dawn was breaking,
not just another time, like any other time,
the gas lamps were dimmed and they stuttered out, going out all over Europe,
whispering, “We shall not see them lit again in our lifetime.’’

Saturday, 3 May 2014

Post poetry month

Well, April, Poetry Month, is over and LINES has published the required 'poem a day' and is was really enjoyable - we hope you enjoyed reading them. We took three themes - the first was Trees (our whizzy JJ had taken some pictures of trees in North London which provided the stimulus for a set of poems), the second was related to World War 1 and our thoughts and memories about it and the last set was just a mixed set of things. JJ is now going to publish all three sets as 3 booklets (as we did last year). We hope you like them.

Wednesday, 30 April 2014

Lest we Forget


Lest we Forget


A quarter of a million underage young British soldiers
Fought in World War One.
Each one, one in a million – each one gone.
Journalists arrested or outlawed at the front,
Threatened with execution
For publishing unpatriotic pollution.
Over a quarter of a million women working on the land,
An army in the landscape.
Each one, one in a million – a new role taking shape.
Nurses arrested and executed saving other’s lives.
Medicine in its early days,
Moving into another phase.
A million horses sent over to the trenches,
Mules and dogs on guard.
Each one, one in a million – a life that is scarred.
Objectors, pacifists, those with different views.
Too old, too young, or simply disinclined -
Labelled by society - some heroes, some maligned.
Disabled, grannies or mothers waiting for the news,
Scientists and engineers expanding knowledge and the mind,
Shop-keepers, farmers, all those who were left behind.
Over 37 million casualties – civilian or in uniform -
Statistics are unclear.
Each one, one in a million – but each one someone dear.
And dear the cost to one and all
Will we ever the lesson learn?
Do not forget them, one and all
For each is our concern.


 By Linda Prince

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