Sunday 20 July 2014

Sunday War Poet....

Hon. Eleanour Norton


In a Restaurant, 1917

 Encircled by the traffic's roar
Midst music and the blaze of light,
The battle-jaded khaki knights
Throng, sleek and civilised once more

Oh, one there was who, long ago
(three centuries or is it years?)
Adored the splendour and the tears
Of London Ebb - of London Flo

Oh, one whose very presence gave
The common air an added grace
Now in out hearts an empty place
And far in France an unmarked grave.


I can't find anything about this poet but I rather liked this sad little poem which seemed
a poignant reminder of once what was, and how for some, life was never going to be the same again.



  1. Thank you Josie, my thoughts the same as yours on this one.....

    1. Every little memory of ordinary life must have been a real reminder of how much was being lost.

      Thanks for checking in with the Sunday poets :)

  2. I've not heard this one before but it does illustrate how life had changed for those left behind.

    1. Thanks for visiting again, Cleo - nice to see you :)

      I agree that life for those left behind must have been so very different.


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