Napowrimo, here I come, Day One

A Communication Poem

Pip pip pip pip pip pip
Good morning. Here is the news
and this is Alvar Liddell reading it.

Alvar who? I hear you say.
Why yes, he of the velvet tones
who soothed our nerves
in time of war
in nineteen hundred and forty-four.

“The Allies have landed
a hundred and sixty thousand
troops on the beaches of occupied France,
by sea and air.
The Second Front has begun.”

Before you could say knife,
my Mum had come to life.
She seized the vanman round the waist
and waltzed him round the floor.

It might take time,
in fact it was almost a year,
but life was about to begin again.

 Omaha Beach 6.6.1944 courtesy of Wikipedia

Poetic Asides kicked off the crazy month with a prompt to write a communication poem.  There will be lots more at


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2 Responses to Napowrimo, here I come, Day One

  1. Tilly Bud says:

    I like the image of your dancing Mum. Really brings the scene to life.


  2. Ah! Alvar Liddel . . . his calm tones would be a balm in these cocophonic times.


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