COUNTLESS FLIES 1916A Poem by Terry CollettAN OFFICER WITH SHELL SHOCK IN 1916 AND THE HOUSEMAIDPolly stands behind George at the window in his room, the nurse has left gone to have a break and a smoke, George stares out the window, see them, Polly? see them coming? Polly puts her hands on his shoulders, yes, George, I see them, she says, watching the gardener and the young garden boy, walking with their tools along by the vegetable garden, if I had my gun I'd shoot them, George says, I know George, but you need to rest, let others worry about them, Polly whispers in his ear, George sighs, pushes his fingers through his hair, they got Miller, he says, took his head clean off, lay in the trench staring at me, I know, George, you need to rest, Polly whispers, he sighs, his fingers tap the window ledge, his eyes staring ahead, the gardener and boy disappear from sight, they've gone the cowards, George says, hidden from sight, ought to have shot them while I had the chance, you've no gun, George, Polly says, rubbing his shoulders, wishing he was in bed with her as he used to before the War and this illness, she the housemaid, he the masters' son, she watches as his hands tap his legs getting faster and faster, steady George my love, calm now, she kisses his ear, he sighs and relaxes, turns and looks at her, smiles, then suddenly cries, around him, he sees a room full of dead men and countless flies. © 2016 Terry Collett |
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1 Review Added on September 21, 2016 Last Updated on September 21, 2016 Tags: SOLDIER, 1916, MAID, SHELL SHOCK AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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