Granddad.
My Granddad went to the First World War with the East Yorkshire regiment, he lied about his age and got signed up early in the war, four years in those trenches destroyed him as the good humoured kind young man he’d been…..
Granddad
Grand lad
Blanket row
to
East Yorkshire
Regiment
Battle garland
“Oppy wood”
18 yrs old
Covered in mud
Killing and dying
Mired in blood
Lived to
Be broken
Lived to be token
Of the man who
Left grandma’s house.
Became fist fighter
Became bare knuckle
Fighter
Champion
Drunkard
Champion of
Old Hull
With his
naked fists
Every Sunday
After church
Before the pub
Investigated for
Murder
With a bayonet
Beat grandma
After every session
To teach her
A lesson
Only he knew
He died young
Head damaged
Body ravaged
And grandma
With a legacy
Of seven mouths
And knees bent
To parish
Said….
“I’ll never have
Another man
Even if he has
Diamonds coming out
Of his arse”!
Martin Elder
Thu 2nd Jul 2020 14:47
A fantastic gritty and truthful piece of poetry.
love it