Poems

Where Forlorn Sunsets Flare….. Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade On desolate sea and lonely sand, Out of the silence and the shade What is the […]

X: Staff Nurse: New Style Blue-eyed and bright of face but waning fast Into the sere of virginal decay, I view her as she enters, day […]

XI: Clinical Hist? . . . Through the corridor’s echoes, Louder and nearer Comes a great shuffling of feet. Quick, every one of you, Strighten your […]

XII: Etching Two and thirty is the ploughman. He’s a man of gallant inches, And his hair is close and curly, And his beard; But his […]

XIII: Casualty As with varnish red and glistening Dripped his hair; his feet looked rigid; Raised, he settled stiffly sideways: You could see his hurts were […]

XIV: Ave, Caesar! From the winter’s grey despair, From the summer’s golden languor, Death, the lover of Life, Frees us for ever. Inevitable, silent, unseen, Everywhere […]

XV: The Chief His brow spreads large and placid, and his eye Is deep and bright, with steady looks that still. Soft lines of tranquil thought […]

XVI: House-Surgeon Exceeding tall, but built so well his height Half-disappears in flow of chest and limb; Moustache and whisker trooper-like in trim; Frank-faced, frank-eyed, frank-hearted; […]

XVII: Interlude O, the fun, the fun and frolic That The Wind that Shakes the Barley Scatters through a penny-whistle Tickled with artistic fingers! Kate the […]

XVIII: Children: Private Ward Here in this dim, dull, double-bedded room, I play the father to a brace of boys, Ailing but apt for every sort […]