Hazel Connelly Poems

Miserable grey, damp wet Days
Days shorter and winters Long
Long bleak dark Evenings
Evenings as black as pitch.
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Not in love? he asked
Over and over again
There was a silence
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It was just a bow
A blue patent bow
Disengaged its self
from her shoe
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At the crossroads I stand
In the stillness of the night
The shadows gather round
You hover beside me
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Who is this ghost in the corner of my eye?
The ghost with the raven black hair
This girl creeping by my side
Waiting to meet me there.
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When I returned to the crossroads
To meet this raven haired ghost
Lost in thought,
I stared at the madness
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A melancholy air
As we gingerly walked
The water sodden track
Caused by the deluge
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Rose Maloney sits in her chair
The room is dim
The floor is bare
And life for Rose is very grim.
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They landed on the beach
The bullets fly like rain
The battle of the Somme
Sixty thousand were slain.
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With roar of engine in his head
Wishing he could stay in bed
Off to battle with a grin
Higher higher the air getting thin.
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