Allan wrote a series of interlinked chinquapins, the with last line of each verse beginning the next verse. I thought it was brilliant because Myrtle said, “We’ve been married forty years and I’ve never known Allan write a poem before!”

Lightning
Thunder clap
Rain comes down
Dive for open door
Shelter

Shelter
Aircraft overhead
Bombs come down
Hope they miss us
Peace!

Peace
No children
Just stillness
Time to go home
Rest

Rest
Feet up
Referees whistle goes
Penalty to finish game
End

End
West East
London, down south
What kind of climate
Lightning

By Allan Craig