Oh, What a Lovely War!


from the ABC set Silver Spun Sand Poems

Said my prayers every night
but still war came; likewise,
ration-books, black-out blinds
and cravings for bananas...
and a dad who went away.
Mum wept buckets. Never
seen her cry before. War stunk;
of candle wax and paraffin stoves,
and those blessed sirens
when they’d say, “Quick!
“In that cellar, kids!”

I truly loathed it down there...
where all our coal was stored
My gran would sit and knit;
I was glad she did. The click-clack
of needles kind of reassuring.
“When’s Dad coming back?”
I’d whine, tugging at her pinny.
“He’ll be home...by and by...
like I told you a hundred times.
Goes in one ear – out the other!”

“But, I don’t understand, Gran.
What exactly does he do
that’s so important? Why
can’t he come home, soon?”
“A courageous man, your dad.
He flies planes. Drops bombs
on them Krauts,” she’d say,
“What’s a Kraut, and anyway,
how can he tell who’s who,
from way up there?”

We never did see him again,
and years later I got to wondering
what had gone through his mind.
Vital decisions to be made;
him and other pilots, whichever
side they were on; deciding
who lives and who dies. A bit
like god, up there in the clouds....
Too high to hear that the screams
of a father, a husband or a son,
are the same in any tongue.

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Comments

Stan | December 14, 2011 - 19:04

I like this. It reminds me so much of the stories my mum tells of that time - her evacuation, and the nights spent on the underground, and nan coming up from the cellar to shovel an incendiary bomb into the kitchen sink... Those final lines say it all: the lessons we never learn. I'll come back to this one.

Silver Spun Sand | December 14, 2011 - 19:06

Thanks, so very much Stan. I enjoyed hearing your memories too, and you are so right about those lessons.

Tina;-)

widdicombe81 | December 14, 2011 - 20:18

another great read silver really enjoyed it.

Silver Spun Sand | December 14, 2011 - 21:30

Many thanks, widdicombe;-) silver

oldpesky | December 14, 2011 - 21:30

Hi Tina, great poem with a message for today's world of smart bombs where someone somewhere presses a button from hundreds or thousands of miles away.

Silver Spun Sand | December 14, 2011 - 21:31

Thanks, too, op. Much appreciated;-) Tina

Highhat | December 15, 2011 - 05:57

I'm glad I didn't grow up then Tina. But the stories are etched into my mind being a post-war child. My Dad was in the Resistance and got shot in the leg but he never spoke about the war and the Nazi occupation but you hear all the stories. War is a terrible time especially for kids.
This poem really brought it close to mind.

I think you did it well here. Really captured the atmosphere.

;)Pia

Silver Spun Sand | December 15, 2011 - 09:17

Thanks, so much Pia, and for sharing your post-war memories. I think the war has affected most of our lives, in some way, whether we were actually born then or not.

I'm really pleased I was successful in capturing the essence, at least for you;-)

Tina;-)

jolono | December 15, 2011 - 09:23

Hi Tina, liked this a lot.My parents would tell wonderful stories of how they used to have to get in the cupboard under the stairs when the sirens went off, or make there way to a shelter. My mums house was bombed during the war and all my nan could say when she saw the house in ruins was " I hope theres no glass in the bowl of sugar!"

seashore | December 15, 2011 - 09:58

More nostalgia - you do it so well, Tina and it's always a pleasure to read. I hope you're working on your memoirs, that's if you haven't already...
Coral x

skinner_jennifer | December 15, 2011 - 10:20

Hi Tina,

I think this is an amazing vivid picture, that
captures a time in the past so well.

It must have been such a frightening time, even though I wasn't around then, I can't imagine how
it must have felt, for those that did go through it,
although it must have been a time of everyone
pulling together to help each other out.

My mum told me, they could see the city of
Bristol on fire, the whole sky would be lit
up with flames.

I agree with oldpesky, that there's a lesson to be
learnt from the last war.

Definitely a poem I'm glad I read, thankyou for
sharing Tina.

Jenny.

Silver Spun Sand | December 15, 2011 - 11:19

Oh, that's a lovely story, jolono. I could have just imagined my nan saying that too;-)

Pleased you enjoyed this one, and many thanks for telling me in such a delightful way.

Tina;-)

Silver Spun Sand | December 15, 2011 - 11:21

Now that's an idea, Coral;-)

Might just get busy. Pleased you enjoyed, and I hope your day is a good one.

Tina x

Silver Spun Sand | December 15, 2011 - 11:24

Jenny - thanks so much;-)

I can't imagine what the Bristol sky looked like. Absolutely terrifying, it must have been.

Pleased you found my poem worthwhile, and many thanks for telling me.

Tina;-)

MistakenMagic | December 15, 2011 - 18:37

I remember this one, Tina. Those last few lines still chill me to the core. I've just watched 'Atonement' for the first time - I seem to be having a WWII themed-evening! Anyway, this is a brilliant piece and well-deserving of a cherry :-)

Magic xxx

shyrewode | December 15, 2011 - 19:02

Excellent writing. It captures the essence of a side of war that is not often explored. The combination of humdrum and terrifying is particularly poignant.

Silver Spun Sand | December 15, 2011 - 19:12

Hi Magic;-) Many thanks for reading, and I thought you might find it familiar. Amazing, the difference a few tweaks here and there can make. Poems never cease to amaze me, sometimes. They all, without exception, have minds of their own;-)

I haven't seen Atonement yet, but I must make sure I do.

Hope you are well, and keeping warm, with all the snow in the forecast;-)

Tina xxx

Silver Spun Sand | December 15, 2011 - 19:15

Many thanks for that, shyrewode. Much appreciated;-)

Tina

Denzella | December 19, 2011 - 15:11

Hello Tina,

I haven't read all your work yet but of that which I have read so far I love this poem best. I think it is excellent with the last verse being particularly poignant. A truly great read! Well done to you!

Moya

Silver Spun Sand | December 19, 2011 - 15:17

Hi there, Moya.

Thanks so much for reading this one;-) It is one of my husband's favourites too, so you are in good company.

Have a sunny afternoon. It's tipping it down here, though;-)

Tina