Vernon Scannell


Nettles - Poem by Vernon Scannell

My son aged three fell in the nettle bed.
'Bed' seemed a curious name for those green spears,
That regiment of spite behind the shed:
It was no place for rest. With sobs and tears
The boy came seeking comfort and I saw
White blisters beaded on his tender skin.
We soothed him till his pain was not so raw.
At last he offered us a watery grin,
And then I took my billhook, honed the blade
And went outside and slashed in fury with it
Till not a nettle in that fierce parade
Stood upright any more. And then I lit
A funeral pyre to burn the fallen dead,
But in two weeks the busy sun and rain
Had called up tall recruits behind the shed:
My son would often feel sharp wounds again.


Submitted by Andrew Mayers


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  • Brian Jani (4/28/2014 2:38:00 PM)


    Its quite good I must say (Report) Reply

  • (2/19/2014 2:41:00 PM)


    I didn't notice it rhymed until I'd already read it. (Report) Reply

  • John Rickell (11/3/2013 1:49:00 AM)


    There is a little Robert Frost in this poem A beautiful read John (Report) Reply

  • (10/4/2013 1:58:00 AM)


    I can envisage this from an experience i had. Try Hettie when you have a spare minute. (Report) Reply

  • (8/2/2013 4:49:00 PM)


    I like this. A gentle tale which also reminds us everything has its place. (Report) Reply

  • (5/23/2013 6:37:00 AM)


    hehe ;) i agree; 0 its in my anthology so im afraid i have no choice! (Report) Reply

  • (3/11/2013 7:01:00 AM)


    Aaron Hicks, you are very sad. (Report) Reply

  • (3/11/2013 7:00:00 AM)


    Aaron Hicks, you are very sad. (Report) Reply

  • (3/11/2013 6:57:00 AM)


    This poem really inspired me to enlist in the war. But I am now leggless, so it does not inspire me anymore. NO ONE READ THIS POEM. (Report) Reply

  • (6/12/2012 8:37:00 AM)


    I LOVE THIS POEM SO MUCH! ! ! : dd (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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