This small book of poems is written with the hope that it might please my many dear friends, who have long been convinced that it would never appear- as at times, was I.The experiences of wartime in Brighton were very real. Night or day, the sombreMoreThis small book of poems is written with the hope that it might please my many dear friends, who have long been convinced that it would never appear- as at times, was I.The experiences of wartime in Brighton were very real.
Night or day, the sombre spectacle of death presented itself. Unheralded daytime “sneak raids”, were followed, most nights, by the drone overhead of enemy bombers and occasional release of a “stick” of bombs, which infected everyone with a permanent malaise of uneasiness.
These poems describe some of my own many memories, including the death “on active service”, of Leo, my brother.Within are accounts of happy meetings and sad partings- of the ebb and flow of friendships, which have so often turned to love. Here are poems of passion- of the happiness in one moment and bitter disappointment of another. I have written of the saddest time and in so doing, attempted to confront the unbearable.Some of the last few poems were composed in a lighter mood, as a response to my wife, Marjorie’s “Admonition”.John E.
Field May 2012