George Crosby

Weston, Somerset

I was born 24th June 1916 in Bristol. I was educated at Cothan Granemat School, Bristol Technical College. Employed by Bristol Gas Company. I was married in 1937 to Kate. I had a daughter, Jane in 1939 and Mary in 1946. Served Royal Engineers Chemical Warfare 1940/1946 in England, India, Naga Land; Rank Sergeant; back to Bristol Gas Company, became qualified gas engineer, saw nationalization save the industry, appointed District Engineer; Projects Supervisor, Bristol. retired; wife died. Continued interest in art, poetry writing, joined with partner Nora Checkett. Aim to serve a purpose, not yourself. Use all of your abilities, leave a mark on time.


Cumberland Fells

Dark ebony in the morning light
Cloud screened with swirls of misty white
In day, cool green with purple patched
Stone walls, few buildings, never thatched
Deep azure while the evening stays
Pale shadow by the starlight rays.


Odalisque

The jewel in her navel is a beacon of delight
Promising the passions of the warmly perfumed night
Her destiny, her purpose, her mind and body too
Are formed and framed and fashioned to be a dream come true

Exotic form and features, the dark black starry eyes
Skin so smooth and shaven, the gleaming ivory thighs
The clinging multi coloured effervescent silken robe
The gentle practised fingers, well trained to touch and probe.


Incantation

Eye of toad and tail of newt
Heart of frog and Yew Tree fruit
Boil and mix and stir in meat
Gathered from the Gallows feet.

Pour Water from the Magic Well
Stir and stir and cast your Spell
Demons Witches Elves and Sprites
Shall serve your will ten days and nights.

Finis

The dreaded tide of death
sweeps on across
The narrow beaches of my tiny
life
While still the castle of my dreams
is but begun and eagerly I seek to build
The ramparts and the walls, which
yet will fall
With the first onrush of the chilly sea

And all around me others likewise
toil
Some near the waters, many further back
Yet each and every one with ardent care
Strives to outdo his neighbours and to bring
Alone his edifice above the height
Common to those who stand within his view

Yet all may tell by glancing at the edge
White foam marked on the bubbling sand nearby
That other efforts greater far than theirs
Have long since vanished crumbled by the waves
And soon those self same waves will cover all
The works that now laboriously grow

And so because of this it well might be
That men should join their powers and kindly try
To make one effort for the general cause
Complete it, giving share of joy to each
Then could we pleasure take
with labour done
And laughing watch th'enroaching waters rise

All poems Copyright © 1997 George Crosby. All rights reserved.