I very much like that Kate Blake poem- lucid, laconic and moving.
Poetry Partners #40
‘My Paternal Grandparents’, a poem by Kate Blake of ‘aroused’
Nana and Pop met on the ward
when she gently tended
his gruesome war wounds
he a tall handsome older gent
she a tiny gentle English rose
he solemnly declared he had nothing
and lived in the middle of nowhere
but love blinded her to his reality
and after the war she sailed south
with another nurse to join their beau’s
a huge adventure in the Australian bush
completely off grid with snakes and spiders
sixteen miles from any neighbour or station
in his family home with his sisters and brothers
the children from his first marriage had moved on
they birthed my aunt and father
she sailed back to UK every two years
taught us all to knit crochet and embroider
the boys were more accomplished than I
- Kate Blake: https://aroused.blog/
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