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

Comments about Nettles by Vernon Scannell

  • (2/21/2018 6:47:00 AM)

    i am doing this poem in English and i am really enjoying the way he uses his words to show how bad the nettles are. i like the way he also makes the father so protective over the boy because in real life a normal parent would just tell the child to get over it but this dad is so angry that something has hurt his boy so much. (Report) Reply

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  • (2/1/2018 9:15:00 AM)

    I'm doing an English topic on this poem (Report) Reply

  • (11/29/2017 12:25:00 PM)

    great poem! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 11 (Report) Reply

  • Larry Schreckengost (11/22/2017 6:28:00 PM)

    Five hundred winsome cherries to read
    Sorting out the poisonous seed
    Look at me you'll assume I bleed
    How do you know my chore is done
    Because at the bottom of this pile
    Is cherry number one
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  • (11/20/2017 4:33:00 AM)

    I say you DDO and you LOTRO, then you MVPP (Report) Reply

  • (2/11/2016 5:20:00 AM)

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  • (2/11/2016 5:18:00 AM)

    Thanks for the first time in the UK and Ireland and Wales with company number of people who are not the intended recipient of the day of Christmas, and the other day and night. (Report) Reply

  • (2/11/2016 5:15:00 AM)

    I have been a bit of a problem. I have been 8 the UK and Ireland. (Report) Reply

  • (2/11/2016 5:13:00 AM)

    This poem is terrible and makes no sense (Report) Reply

    (8/17/2017 4:51:00 AM)

    No, you make no sense. You are an idiot.

  • Shreck Shrecked (11/23/2015 8:55:00 AM)

    jolly good your mum aka your mum ttttttttttttttttttttuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrdddddddddddddd (Report) Reply

  • Shreck Shrecked (11/23/2015 8:54:00 AM)

    jolly good aka your mum (Report) Reply

  • (11/23/2015 8:53:00 AM)

    love this 1000/1000 its so smooth and sexy yummy yumm (Report) Reply

  • 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

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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