Everything had gone w h i t e as if the world had been erased.
Then, a blackout: as if one had one's own
private night.
He woke to find his arm had escaped his body.
Bones( his own ) sticking out of his shirt
as if his skeleton had gone on a day trip
to this the outside world lord god almighty.
Then, a universe of pain
but all he could manage was: "Ow...that hurt!"
"Hi!" said the sky back in its proper place.
Pain screamed through him.
There appeared to be an eternity of it.
"I'm off!" he offered as a retort
slipping out the back door of the world
leaving his body to deal with the pain.
Adrift in a sea of agony
he held on to a line of poetry
"Something to love, oh, something to love!"
***
"Some tame gazelle or some gentle dove, Something to love, oh, something to love."
Thomas Haynes Bayly
Bayly is best remembered for his lovely LONG LONG AGO song which at the beginning of the 40's uptempo'd and with a change of lyricsΒ Β morphed into DON'T SIT UNDER THE APPLE TREE WITH NOBODY ELSE BUT ME! He is also remembered for his children's poem WHERE DO THE FAIRES GO WHEN IT SNOWS?
SOME TAME GAZELLE is of course the title of Barbara Pym's first novel, she the beloved novelist of Philip Larkin. Pym was the Jane Austen of the '50's painting with a delicate palette the mores of the English of her times. A real delight