Sunday, October 2, 2016
Sunday Poetry - Lois Clark
So, I felt I needed some WWII poetry this week. This is Picture from the Blitz by Lois Clark. Clark drove a stretcher-party car in Brixton during the Blitz & was often among the first to arrive at the site of a bombing.
After all these years
I can still close my eyes and see
her sitting there,
in her big armchair,
grotesque under an open sky,
framed by the jagged lines of her broken house.
a plump homely person,
steel needles still in her work-rough hands;
grey with dust, stiff with shock,
no blood or distorted limbs;
breathing but stiff with shock,
knitting unravelling on her apron'd knee.
They have taken the stretchers off my car
and I am running
under the pattering flack
over a mangled garden;
treading on something soft
and fighting the rising nausea -
only a far-flung cushion, bleeding feathers.
They lift her gently
out of her great armchair,
under the open sky,
a shock-frozen woman trailing khaki wool.