David Harris

Gold Star - 4,611 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

The Hogarth Experiment Part 2 - Poem by David Harris

The fire raged out of control
and into the night.
Its glow coloured the sky.
Chemicals exploded
as they warmed to boiling point.
Hogarth’s assistant Adam Wright
pulled Hogarth from the flames
and across the lawn.
The clanging of bells
from the Fire Brigade and Ambulance
were soon to be heard.
Hogarth was rushed to hospital
where he would stay for just over a month.
His makeshift laboratory laid
a charred skeleton on his return.
All his work was gone,
destroyed in the fire.
He was a broken man.
He became a recluse in his home.
His hair turned white overnight.
He just sat everyday in his chair
and looked out the window
from dawn to dusk.
No one could reach him;
it was as if his will to live was gone.

Three years later and Hogarth hadn’t changed.
He would get up every morning
and in his chair would sit.
The war in Europe was over
and celebrations now had begun.
The mighty Germany had fallen;
its leader Hitler was now dead.
Soon the troops would be coming home.
The VE day celebrations were getting well into swing.
While on a farm not far from the valley
something strange was happening.
Ernest Rotherham went out to bring in his cattle
from grazing for milking time.
The sight that greeted his eyes made him cry.
There spread across the field
his cattle lay dead everywhere.
He ran back to his farm
and telephoned for the Vet.
The Vet was on call at the moment,
but on his return, they would send him out.

About twenty miles away
Joe Harper the local Vet
was driving down a county lane.
Bushes grew tall on either side
and from behind them;
he could hear a loud hum.
He stopped the car,
but left the engine running.
He opened the door,
got out and peered through the bushes.
A sharp pain like a knife pierced his back.

To be continued…


Comments about The Hogarth Experiment Part 2 by David Harris

  • (11/8/2007 3:04:00 AM)


    Utterly engaging and deftly penned. t x (Report) Reply

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  • (11/6/2007 6:49:00 PM)


    Hogarth lived! But he was a broken man, all his experiments went down the pan. Or did they? Dead cattle, tall bushes - what is going on? David, you have me gripped.........part three, here I come.

    Love, Frustrated Fran xxx
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  • (11/6/2007 2:17:00 AM)


    Curiouser and curiouser... What is going to happen next? I must rush on to the next. love, Allie xxxx (Report) Reply

  • (11/4/2007 12:16:00 PM)


    AH he lives...but is not the same man....and the questions still remain about the chemicals....and now we have more questions on what happened to the vet
    Great suspense
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  • (11/4/2007 3:47:00 AM)


    it's terrible, David..this is very touching..cant wait for the next (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011


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