Len Webster's 'The Editor' Poem by Len Webster

She pushes pen to paper nightly
says she loves to keep alive her diary
watches television and takes her drinks
with a Norman male

when day dawns in half-deserted streets
she rises tired and restless from her dreams
her mind turns toward the hours ahead
to subbing pages

she is the editor of the periodical
ORDER BY SUBSCRIPTION IT'S THE ONLY WAY
she lays out pages and acts as PRO
to visiting MPs

i know her still the same childlike eyes
which probed among my inmost thoughts
in an atmosphere of anticipation
many years ago


(First published in the author's collection
'Behind the Painted Veil', Outposts Publications,
Walton-on-Thames, Surrey,1972)