Probing fingers, caressed
Searchlights - seeking aircraft high
Our shelter abandoned - so cold - so damp
Smelling of moulding blankets - candles - a paraffin lamp.
Moonlight filled my room this night
Blackouts wide, to give more light
I lay in bed, froze to the quick
Trying to coax warmth from an oven baked brick.
Then the distant skyline changed to show
An eerie - expanding - dark red glow
And from my windows came a whispering swell
A fine vibration - which rose and then fell.
The sound increased as time went by
To fit the glow within the sky
Growing stronger with vibrations blending
To a sound continuous - never ending.
Came realisation - later - with shock so deep
That the sounds I heard as I fell asleep
Were my unforgettable introduction
To the sound of carnage - death - destruction.
as witnessed from Leicester
November 14/15th. 1940.
By T. Cartwright