Vernon Scannell


Vernon Scannell Poems

1. The Loving Game 9/8/2015
2. Nettles 1/13/2018
3. Schoolroom On A Wet Afternoon 1/13/2018
4. Silver Wedding 1/13/2018
5. The Men Who Wear My Clothes 1/13/2018
6. The Terrible Abstractions 1/13/2018
7. They Did Not Expect This 1/13/2018
8. Where Shall We Go? 1/13/2018
9. Wife Killer 1/13/2018
10. Tightrope Walker 1/17/2018
11. My Three Hoboes 1/17/2018
12. The Great War 1/17/2018
13. Formal Problem 1/17/2018
14. An Old Lament Renewed 1/17/2018
15. Killing Flies 1/17/2018
16. Epithets of War—I: August 1914 1/17/2018
17. The Telephone Number 1/17/2018
18. The Old Books 1/17/2018
19. My Pen Has Ink Enough 1/17/2018
20. Juan In Middle Age 1/13/2003
21. Wife Killer 1/13/2003
22. Makers And Creatures 1/13/2003
23. The Terrible Abstractions 1/13/2003
24. A City Remembered 1/13/2003
25. Silver Wedding 1/13/2003
26. Where Shall We Go? 1/13/2003
27. Lesson In Grammar 1/13/2003
28. The Men Who Wear My Clothes 1/13/2003
29. Death In The Lounge Bar 1/13/2003
30. They Did Not Expect This 1/13/2003
31. Incendiary 1/13/2003
32. Ageing Schoolmaster 1/13/2003
33. Schoolroom On A Wet Afternoon 1/13/2003
34. A Case Of Murder 1/13/2003
35. Nettles 1/13/2003

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  • Malcolm Wakeman Malcolm Wakeman (4/20/2014 12:50:00 AM)

    'Nettles ' An original and perceptive work, finding the philosophical in the prosaic. What father would not have cut down the nettles and not reflected on his son's future.

  • Betsy Hosegood (10/21/2013 5:12:00 AM)

    Please add A Day on the River, which is fabulous.

Best Poem of Vernon Scannell

Nettles

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 ...

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Where Shall We Go?

Waiting for her in the usual bar
He finds she's late again.
Impatience frets at him,
But not the fearful, half-sweet pain he knew
So long ago.

That cherished perturbation is replaced
By styptic irritation
And, under that, a cold

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