by UnderYourSpell
Sweet. Yes Aussie kids at the time did eat bread and dripping for dinner all the time. My nan, an old country woman from way back gave it to me too. Ah nostalgia, I'm having bread and dripping tonight, thank to your poem. Good stuff UnderYourSpell.
Thanks for causing the bittersweet (mostly sweet) tears of nostalgia to form in the corner of my eye. I remember the bread and dripping well.
Best wishes from a ragged arsed ranger born January 1940; however I can’t claim being a cockney, well, only in heart.
Congrats on your green E. I found it very interesting. You'll still hear my usual plea for commas... LOL
Of course, I'll be mentioning it in today's review when I get a chance to write it.
What a joy to wake up and read. I felt the words in my belly. Raney
Are crammed to the top with evocative and wonderful poetry. I can see their faces as they gazed out the garret and wondered about the dawn. Thanks for the poetry and congrats on the E.
I'm a sucker for any poem about the horror of war, particulary WWII, my parent's generation, the stories of which I do remember. As some of us say on this side of the pond, you nailed it. You inferred so much without having to say so much in a concise, vivid narrative. That's the kind of poetry I like, regardless of theme. Well done. Thank you.
I'm not going to add to what was already said, I saw the score, who'd you PO, left a 5, I was looking for a comment, I thought I saw, I found it.
epitomising kind of sticks out, but not sorely.