This is an extract from a prose memoir, re-blogged in response to Walt’s prompt about Pearl Harbour in Creative Bloomings


“…..a small plump girl with ringlets bunched in satin bows, eyes screwed up against the sun, mouth hidden behind a large doll. I remember the buzzing of bees in the Buddleia by the French windows. But no, it’s louder than that. Look up: the sky so far above me contains a whirling swarm of insects, chasing each other, swooping, curling upwards and away only to drop down to resume the senseless circus. I did not know it then, but those loud insects were Spitfires and Heinkels, Hurricanes and Junkers, their young pilots desperately trying to shoot each other out of the sky. It was the summer of 1940 in South-West London…..”

I did write a poem about it, but  feel that the prose caught the setting better. 


All poetry, prose and pictures posted here, except where otherwise stated, is my own, and may only be used elsewhere with my expressed permission. Please don't be inhibited from correcting my bloopers and making suggestions: Most of what I post here is instant, ill-considered and off-the-cuff, in serious need of editing.
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One Response to Remembering

  1. restlessjo says:

    Such sad days…


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