Sunday, 1 January 2017

Poem ~ Owen: An Officer In France - Monday, 1 January 1917 - Friday 5 January 1917


Source: File: Second Lieutenant Wilfred Owen. See an original image at: <http://www.wilfredowen.org.uk/Biography> [Accessed 01 January 2017]

By December's despondent mood,
Second Lieutenant Wilfred Owen
Stayed in temporary residence; the
Queens Hotel Southport, Merseyside
Held little comfort for 1916's end.

A place poised on North Sea's edge
To funnel a cold northwest draft, did
Nothing to uplift Owen's mood - daily
Challenged by Major Melville's ways
Of continual dissatisfied manners.

Still on home duty Owen was fit and
Ready - while many resident officers
Wandering there wore gold stripes
On sleeves, to show there wounded
Status; frustrations pummelled Owen.

His application to join draft for Egypt
Had fallen through - once more Owen
Thought to join Royal Flying Corps,
But Colonel Ridge only humored him,
Not wanting to lose such an officer.

Yet sometimes what is really desired
Comes about, as papers evidenced.
To fade in years were adjutant typed
Notes; 11 December 1916, orders
Stated Wilfred Owen to go overseas.

Five days leave led him to Mahim -
Giving a chance to stay for Christmas.
With packed valise and preparations
Finished, Owen learned his company
Would be the Lancashire Fusiliers.

Another hotel - this time in Folkstone,
To be vaster and grander than the poky
Cold Queens hotel - though the journey
There involved a fright - from London
In the guards van Owen had dozed.

A goods wagon passing by suddenly
Lost part of it load, a timber rolled and
Smashed the roof of the guards van
Over Owen, like some omen - luckily
Safe, relief came by a Hotel's company.

The end of 1916 was spent in travel.
Finally Second Lieutenant Wilfred
Owen set foot on French ground - date
29 December at port of Calais - amid
The great machinery of British army.

France was no stranger to Owen,
Though he returned in a different
Guise from his days as a boy's tutor.
A train carried him along the coast
To the vast base camp of Etaples.

A transitory stop on way to trench
Line front that held German troops
At bay; Etaples camp, a last ditch
Intensified training for troops, which 
Initially Owen saw as a hotel camp.

Comforts of a helpful servant and
A tent of his own, Wilfred Owen
Experienced transition from 1916
To 1917 under canvas - as echoes
Of Scots celebrated their hogmanay.

Away from such celebrations other
Men about wore dogged expressions,
Like a cap badge - this was no place
For giving up - a cold dawn arose
On New Year's day's training routines.

Out in the field among the troopers,
Lieutenant Owen took part in acts
Of realism, to include throwing
Bombs - when a splinter from one
Cut his thumb; later he wrote home.

For the first time he wrote 1 January
1917, to tell of the wounded thumb
To spout blood - alas only a tiny drop.
Then to tell of a change from prior
Orders to join 2nd Manchester’s.

Owen admitted to be singled out,
Possibly a promising officer; to 
Be pleased to be among 'real-old'
Officers, his mood heightened -
He felt a swell of heroic emotions.

New Years day boosted Owen's
Excitement, which had always
Gave him sense of wellbeing -
Etaples possibly to assist that
Anticipation, like a train station.

The maximum stay he told his
Mother was three days, as he
Signed off to pack his valise,
Ready to travel to Manchester's
Base; little more than forty miles.

Wilfred Salter Owen had already
Travelled far from the teacher
And lost preacher ambitions -
As an army officer came new
Sets of rules and experiences.

By Jamie Mann.

Hibberd, D., 2002. Wilfred Owen – A New Biography. London. Weidenfeld & Nicolson. Ch 11.

Mann, J., 2016. 100 years Ago - Poems by Jamie Mann. [letter] (Personal communication, 01 January 2017). 


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