Colin Ian Jeffery

Rookie - 383 Points (20th May 1942 / Caterham)

Airgunner - Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Wellington bomber's engines roar
There is a stench of burning oil
As in the darkness the heavy plane rises.
There is no moon or stars only inky darkness
And an icy cold chilling the soul.

Flying over the white cliffs of Dover
He fires his guns - - testing them
Ready for German fighters
Swooping like hawks against the bomber
Darting from the darkness guns blazing.

Over Holland they join other bombers
Flying in formation towards Germany
Searchlights seeking for them
With ack-ack shells colouring the night
Trying to bring the bombers down.

Fighters, like angry hornets, sweep in
As the bombers reach Berlin
Where path-finders have lit-up the target
And below all seems a sea of fire
Hitler's punishment for London's blitz.

Bomb-aimer takes control of the plane
Guiding the pilot over the target
Where he presses the plunger
And bombs drop screaming as they go
Exploding the factory making tanks.

The bomber makes two runs
Turns for home, caught in searchlight glare
Illuminated for fighters and gunners
Too slow it tries to climb beyond the light
And is swept by machine gun fire.

The burning bomber reaches England
Pilot dying, crew bloody and afraid
Crash lands on its airfield
The rear-gunner is pulled from his turret
Weeping, he has survived another mission.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

My uncle Stan was a sergeant air-gunner on Wellington bombers during the Second World War. He was a tail gunner and flew twenty-three missions over occupied Europe, and six over Berlin. The life expectancy of a rear-gunner was seven missions.

Comments about Airgunner by Colin Ian Jeffery

  • Rookie - 257 Points Shane Clawson (10/5/2014 1:33:00 PM)

    HelloCollin,

    I viewed your video on the piece AirGunner which stands out to me. I enjoy how the story rises to a climax then you closed the poem with your uncle relieved he is alive. Good job!
    I'm not sure if your a Facebook user but there is a blog you should join called The Poetry, Blogging& Creative Writing Gang. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 274 Points Words' Knight (8/23/2014 4:24:00 PM)

    When I red that poem, it reminds me of Sassoon, and Stephen Crane. Honestly, this poem is well writen. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 10 Points Robert Melliard (6/9/2014 4:59:00 PM)

    You asked me in a message to read your latest e-book but as I haven't got time to do that I decided to read your last five poems instead. They are all full of deep thought and strong images, but I find this one, Airgunner, especially vivid. Congratulations. If you have time to read and comment on one or two of my poems I am always grateful for feedback. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kurt(sam) Hearth (4/30/2014 9:01:00 AM)

    Colin,
    I think you as I, write from what moves us. Not in accordance with any regulation or style. To me, if you read what I compose and enjoy the composition. Then I am a success.
    Sam Hearth, USNDV Ret (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 30, 2014


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