The Mary Webb Society

As part of The Wilfred Owen Festival in Oswestry commemorating the centenary of Armistice Day, The Qube,Oswestry held a dayof talks, readings and poetry honouring the role of women in The Great War.

Gladys Mary Coles gave a captivating talk about Mary Webb during this period, emphasising her compassionate nature and her own war efforts. This included a period as a VAD and also selling her garden produce at Shrewsbury market.

Her novels Gone to Earth and House in Dormer Forest were both written in response to the wanton destruction of war. They are both allegorical, depicting themes of destruction of innocence in Gone to Earth. In The House in Dormer Forest she explores the contrasts between the archaic views of the older Darkes with the younger family members who want “to sing their own song.” Both novels deserve rereading on a deeper level to appreciate these nuances.

Mary Webb  also wrote a series of poems at this time, the most poignant of which, “The Lad Out There” was dedicated to her three brothers at the front.

       The Lad Out There 


Oh, Powers of Love, if still you lean,

Above a world so black with hate,                                                                                                             

Where yet – as it has ever been –            

The loving heart is desolate,

Look down upon the lad I love,

(My brave lad, tramping through the mire) –

I cannot light his welcoming fire,

Light Thou the stars for him above!

Now nights are dark and mornings dim,

Let him in his long watching know

That I too count the minutes slow

And light the lamp of love for him.

The sight of death, the sleep forlorn,

The old homesickness vast and dumb –

Amid these things, so bravely borne,

Let my long thoughts about him come.

I see him in the weary file;

So young he is, so dear to me,

With ever-ready sympathy

And wistful eyes and cheerful smile.

However far he travels on,

Thought follows, like the willow wren

That flies the stormy seas again

To lands where her delight is gone.

Whatever he may be or do

While absent far beyond my call,

Bring him, the long day’s march being through,

Safe home to me some evenfall!

Gladys Mary’s novel, Clay is set in 1916 and is account of the effects of the war on a Liverpool family.

Saturday, November 10, 2018


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