Secret Limerick

A depression to drink to a war
pusillanimous Chamberlain awed
but an Anschluss to ‘eight
‘oslovakia bait
the appeasement a launch for the war

She can try, she can lie, she can cry
for a list, for a tryst, kiss good-bye
a seduction of course
for ‘r freedom enforced
but as spies all the beautiful die

For a form unadorned, my forlorn
undertaken by sorrow at dawn
is to lay under death
for a world unimpressed
only she, if for me, would’ve mourned

For a whisper, she has died
a seduction in a
broken rhyme

Release her soul I pray,
but brave one:
I miss you
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)

Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert