Trevor Morgan

HMS BLUEBELL

Rising up to seek the light
Upward through the winter cold
Springtime is not yet in sight
Ah, not all things will grow old

Plucked up when it reached full bloom
Thrown aside – but not forgot
Lost there in the chill and gloom
That place now – a sacred spot

Bluebells bless our woodland floor
In the spring foretell of peace
Each year may there grow yet more
Let Bluebell’s glory never cease

In the woodlands Bluebells grow
Growing up through winter’s cold
How they make a glorious show
Precious more than burnished gold

Little ship sunk in that sea
All but one went down with her
Died to keep this old world free
Young men die when old men err[•]

P.Q. Flower Class Corvette HMS Bluebell in Heavy Seas

Author’s Note: This verse and the poem, “Drowned Sailor”, are based on the Arctic convoys of WW2 and are about the sinking of the Bluebell and the Goodall in 1945. They are initial works for a “Saga of the Arctic”