Mrs Baldwin Poem by Fleur Adcock

Mrs Baldwin

Rating: 4.6

And then there's the one about the old woman
who very apologetically asks the way
to Church Lane, adding 'I ought to know:
I've lived there since the war'. So you go with her.

This comes with variations, usually leading
(via a list of demented ancestors)
to calculations of how much time you've got
before you're asking the way to your own house.

But it's not so often that you find the one
about how, whenever you hear of someone
diagnosed with cancer, you have to hide
that muffled pang that clutched you, at fifteen,
when you saw Pauline Edwards holding hands
with the boy from the Social Club you'd always

Tom Billsborough 16 July 2016

Less painful that way. Yes, I like this one a lot Tom Billsborough

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Susan Williams 12 November 2015

This is an intriguing style and I think it carries the message perfectly

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Ratnakar Mandlik 12 November 2015

Wonderful poem with lucid flow of emotions even when one is in great paid by some tragic observations. Thanks for sharing.10+++

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* Sunprincess * 12 November 2015

....a nice write, sometimes things like this happens ★

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Neran Sati 12 November 2015

Subtle lucid description of inner subreminiscence when in certain relation, as in other love poem, unfortunately just two on PH, thanks!

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