June 2016 - John Coutts

John Coutts

John Coutts has lived in Stirling since 2004. He is currently Poet-in-Residence at the Stirling Smith Art Gallery and Museum. ‘The Doodlebug’ was written as a performance piece for Class 7 at  Raploch Primary School, as part of a project on the Second World War.

John has enjoyed a long career as a broadcaster, poet and writer on educational themes. Many of his translations appear in ‘The Complete Works of Alexander Pushkin in English’ . His published poetry includes ‘A Sackful of Plays and Poems for Christmas’ , and’ Words beyond Words’. [RG Publishing]

John’s  Collected Poems – ‘Lines of a Lifetime’ – are published by the Handsel Press. His website is www.johncoutts.info

THE DOODLEBUG

( A “doodlebug” was a flying bomb – a pilotless plane – in the Second World War. Once the engine cut out, the plane would crash and the bomb explode),

Droning  - droning 
High in the sky,
Droning - droning 
The doodlebugs fly.

Doodlebug comes,
And doodlebugs go
Bombs up there,  
And people down below.

Droning  - droning 
High in the sky,
Droning - droning 
The doodlebugs fly.

Droning… droning…
Hiding in a cloud;
Here comes the doodlebug
Getting very loud!
Droning us to death…   (slow down!)
When the engine stops
You can hold your breath    
As the doodlebug drops.    (pause!)

“Please, dear God
Do hear my prayer;
Make it crash 
On any-old-where.
Or dump it in a field 
When nobody’s there.”

Droning  - droning 
High in the sky,
Droning - droning -
The doodlebugs fly.

Droning…droning…
Fading away,
Nasty doodlebug 
Didn’t come to stay.
Cheerio, doodlebug!
I’m not dead.
My mum says
“Let’s go back to bed.”

Droning - droning   [fading away]
High in the sky,
Droning - droning 
The doodlebugs fly.

 John Coutts

  

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