Sally Evans

Rookie - 20 Points (1942 / London)

Looking Back - Poem by Sally Evans

It was a smart and pretty room,
all new, Welsh woollen honeycomb
across the narrow student's bed -
what I learnt there was never said.

The desk was shining, wide and empty
for me to pour out thoughts in plenty -
dull essays for my college marks
and poems from my secret heart.

I never took my poems to town
to the Creative Tutor's room -
poems that were awkward, but much sweeter
for lack of a Creative Tutor.

Instead I typed and sent my lines
to distant London magazines,
like a Lady of the Town
throwing her shining violets down

to sheer neglect and crowded shelf.
Now I'm an editor myself,
I wish that one had taken pity
on that lost girl in a lost city.

I remembered this last night
when sleep put out its soothing light,
and I roamed round maturer rooms
composing songs - and through the gloom

Poetry glimmered just the same
through all the changes since I came -
no fairer, costlier or worse
for shoals of schools for teaching verse.

Comments about Looking Back by Sally Evans

  • Valerie Dohren (2/8/2014 2:03:00 PM)

    Once a poet, always a poet - well expressed reminiscences. Enjoyed reading Sally. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 8, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 8, 2014

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