These poems written by a girl between the ages of 14 and 17 are remarkable. Their crafting is very good and the ideas and emotions expressed are usually so mature and authoritative that one wonders about the circumstances of her life,especially as they were written in the 1940s. For example: "All that I know of peace/ From this unceasing field of battle called the mind/ All my release/ Comes when I look upon your gentleness/ And feel my own ungentle nature yield." and "And yet for sleeping in your arms / I have a new eternity". They are not all love poems and one about the blitz is stunning in its imagery and originality "And suddenly blood everywhere/ Upon his face, upon his hair/ Grows and clots and crimson glows".. It is strange that she does not appear to have produced any more literary works and seems to have disappeared from the literary world. I have been unable to trace her.beyond a suggestion from someone at a publisher many years ago that she may have married a Gloucestireshire farmer. By now, sadly, she may be dead.