While I was thinking about old phones, I had glimpes those funereal 1940s phones -
which led me to write these few lines.
Even moonlight was dangerous
Throughout World War Two -
Showing enemy planes the way
To find targets inland and at sea.
So people bowed their heads, encased their lives,
And the Blackout became
Our universal shroud.
When at long last Peace,
Marvellous peace, came,
States and councils proclaimed,'Let There Be Light!'
And lights blazed from beacon and bonfire
Lamplights and fireworks.
People were jubilant all over the world -
But some were angry or sad.
Hi! my poem's theme also relates to our current Covid-9 war...
Inspiration takes us all to different places and your poem reminded me of my Mum and all her stories from the war.
Your words depict a clear imag. I always like reading a poem and learning something.
Great to see you here John. Your words convey a little known aspect of the war years, simply and fully, the way a good poem should.
ah that poignant last line