Elisabeth Wentworth: Two Poems
Service Records
Complexion: dark, colour of eyes: grey,
Oath taken: January 1915, so help him God,
Discharged out the other side: October 1918.
To piece together the rest, I have to learn Army.
Gassed in Action.
Taken On Strength.
Gun Shot Wounds.
The sequence repeats—
Like a malevolent scratch in the record.
He brought his final wound home
And grandfathered me. I try to line up
The dates with a history of his Battalion
I’ve cobbled together, from anything within reach
Of a holiday laptop on a Bass Coast deck
Overlooking a peacetime beach.
A pair of blue wrens awaits the result.
When the records align I see: Gallipoli,
The Somme,
Passchendaele.
Dear God, no wonder he hated parades.
His first charge was insolence to a British NCO—
A lifetime of insubordination explained?
But the timelines tell me he’d been
Three months on Turkish beaches by then
And my self-congratulation falls away.
I have to search Navy/Disgrace to understand
His last charge, of smoking between decks.
A terrible crime, it seems, for a much-wounded private
On a depleted troopship, almost home.
I see a young dark-haired boy with grey eyes
The gas and the gunfire behind him
The small victory of holding his own cigarette
Pausing to contemplate the possibilities
Of an entire hand—a man might still marry
If only he can forget the mud and the madness
And learn the veteran’s prayer—
Lest we remember.
Elisabeth Wentworth
On Bravery
i.m. Kenneth James Oxley
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Be reassured, no-one who is brave
Ever knows it at the time. My father
In his pithy Mancunian way
Said that bravery is stupidity
With a happy ending.
It is not-thinking-acting, impulse-propelled
The brain left far behind. Stuff
Of our mothers’ nightmares.
Diving into unknown water to retrieve
A child. Shielding a stranger’s body with your own. Engaging a wild-eyed madman (with a gun?)
In conversation about the weather.
Be liberated from the burden
Others want you to carry for them.
You need take no credit.
You need never do it again.
It cannot be explained. Embarrassment
Is an appropriate emotion. Pride can wait.
You were stupid/you were brave
A heartbeat between the two.
Elisabeth Wentworth
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