My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Character Study
At just eighteen
He was a survivor
Of the Boer War
And then, at thirty,
The Great War,
A Colour-Sergeant Major
And one-time member,
Scarlet dress-coat
And bear-skin wearer
Of the Queen’s Guard.
Returning home from France,
Away from the thunder
Of guns that blew his men asunder.
Somewhere in a photographer’s archive,
His face full of pride,
He was stored on a glass plate
Along with the fate
Of other courageous men.
Once, exhausted, resigned and full of fear,
A hairless, wide-eyed boy,
With the stench
Of the trench
In the mud
On his boots
And a thousand-mile stare,
He was caught by the click of a camera
In the midst of the horrors of war.
He became a stern disciplinarian,
A Water Buffalo,
With a waxed moustache,
Exuding ale and tobacco,
Lining up his pipes
In precise military fashion,
Winding up his tick-tock clock,
A pocket watch on a brass chain
Hidden in his waistcoat,
With a secret twinkle in his steely eye
That he kept just for me.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
This was wonderful! So many great lines and rhythm–With the stench/Of the trench/In the mud/On his boots. . .and perfect character study. You captured it–the horror remaining buried in his mind, the stern military man, and the softness for you. Well done!
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He died when I was four but I remember him so clearly. My second cousin put together a family history , which is where I found the photographs of him as a soldier. He was a real character and owned several South East London pubs in his later years. My grandparents worked in the pubs sometimes and mum was left upstairs with a well-trained dog that guarded her and raised the alarm if she cried!
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Oh my–great stories. I’m picturing your novel now. 🙂
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This is wonderful, the descriptions and that steely eye saved down the lines… how much the wars had meant, how it still affect you I can read… love the rhymes and rhythm of this piece.
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Thanks Bjorn 🙂
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I love how you described him as a young man seeing the horrors of war, to finally being a disciplinarian with a twinkle in his eyes for you ~ The sketch is personal, along with the pictures Kim ~ I enjoyed learning more about you ~
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Thank you, Grace.
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Outstanding – the man and this poem, Kim. It is heartening how this character’s character stayed consistent throughout. I love this poem. Thank you for sharing it and him!
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Wow this is great.
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Thank you!
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Such an honor to make his acquaintance via your lovely poem Kim ❤ especially love "With a secret twinkle in his steely eye that he kept just for me." Beautifully expressed 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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Lots of love winging its way back to you, Sanaa, with thanks.
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Your respect and love ripple through this poem.
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Thank you for reading and for your kind comment.
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What a tribute, you clearly loved him dearly.
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Warriors of old
protectors
of new..
and tRuly
LIFe doesn’t
make many
real men like
that any more..
i suspect Nature
iS groWinG weary
of the hUman race..:)
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It’s a joy to see your poems popping up when I least expect them!
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Thanks..
i too find joy
In surprise..:)!
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You’re a bit like the Scarlet Pimpernel!
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Ha!
Thanks
To google..
And now that
i know what that
is.. thanks.. What
A nice compliment
That is in poetic
Fashion too..:)
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Lovely portrait.to bad that you lost your grandfather when you were so young. He sounds like he was a wonderful man despite his experiences.
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