I hope these help to keep you safe.
Are you lonely at the front?
You have your pals, along the trenches.
And we have ours, inside the factory.
The laughs we have, us girls.
I didn’t mean, that kind of lonely.
That’s why I’m slipping my note
inside this box of ammo,
which, I hope, protects you.
It’s funny. Though we’ve never met
and maybe never will, I ...
Tuesday 8th April 2014 6:02 pm
Tags: First world war
You mourn old photographs:
‘I was pretty then, and I never knew it.’
I’ve just filled an album
with our last pieces of paper
before digital took over:
It includes my mother’s 80th birthday
(she just missed out on 90).
A fabulous, tearful, joyous Sikh wedding,
dancing to the bhangra boy’s beat,
the marriage lasting little more
than a year. That holiday ...
Monday 27th January 2014 9:22 am
Bewitching, between-the-wars poster
celebrating dazzling, endless summers.
Picture it: bikinis, towels, diving board,
slide, illicit fags on concrete terraces,
seventies heatwave buses disgorging
shouting, truanting queues day after day.
Anyone would think we had a right to it.
The sun, I mean; and maybe, to play.
Taking a plunge so cold it made you gasp.
Tuesday 7th January 2014 12:37 pm
By Frank Jaye
You’ll get no Valentine from me; I’m not the type,
Pallid daffodils prematurely delivered – all that transatlantic hype.
I am not easy with love, be it concept, verb or noun,
My sentiments are more mundane and wear a plainer crown,
Embellished with affection, encouragement, respect not least,
You moderate my temper, rising still like yeast.
Saturday 4th January 2014 1:37 pm
Tags: Valentine poem