Henry Masterman Mist Diaries and Prisoners Pie Magazine
Diaries of Heny Masterman Mist and a copy of Prisoners’ Pie, the Ruhleben Camp magazine. Learn more.
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Morning Rain.
Steady pattering of soft rain upon the roof; I hear it with a start, and then am crushed beneath the steady beat of myriad feet in restless ecstasy; a sudden rush: a broad cool swirl fades slowly: white sails dance merrily o'er a sparkling sea.
Ceaseless pattering of cool rain, which drops like steely darts through throbbing brain, piercing, chilling, chilling - - - Distant song of lone, sad birds in autumn trees; Dry rustling of crisp leaves beneath tired feet - - - A wild fantastic scurrying rush .... Silence ..... Black heavy dripping sails .... and I am deep beneath green, passive seas.
R.H.P.
My Lady Sleep.
My Lady Sleep sits at her loom. She weaves the shadows into it And weaves a web of dreams, And cobwebs, one by one, She works the silver twilight in And at her side the night-wind sings And all the white moonbeams. Until her task is done.
And when each thread is woven well She throws the network wide, Then draws it back to her with all The sleepy folk inside.
L.H.
The Little Grey Mannikin.
The little grey mannikin is out again to-night, Sweeping up the sunbeams to hide them out of sight In the big black bag which he carries like a sack Slung across his shoulders and hanging down his back.
Round he goes a-sweeping with a big black broom, Sweeping in the garden and sweeping in the room, Searching every corner to make sure that he will find Every little sunbeam and leave none of them behind.
So I think we shall be safer if we run and hide in bed, For Baby's like a sunbeam with her curly goldie head, And if he were to see us, why you can't tell what he'd do He might think we were sunbeams and sweep us all up too.
L.H.
BC Archives, MS-2570 Box 1 File 6 / MIST, Henry Masterman / Ruhleben magazine, Prisoners’ Pie, 1916.