War reporter Patrick Howse is exhibiting the poetry he wrote to help him get over the horrors of working in Iraq during the recent war.

The former BBC journalist has written about the time he spent in Iraq from 2004 to 2009 as the Baghdad Bureau Chief, when the bureau was bombed by a rocket.

He is exhibiting his poetry alongside his partner, Inge Schlaile's paintings and sculptures at Brackenburys Cafe, in Askew Road, Shepherd's Bush from today (August 4 - 31).

Read more about the former journalist here .

Here are some of his poems:


I knew it was coming.
The Green Zone sirens
Blared their warning
Calling out across the ancient Tigris
Spreading gentle ripples of terror
Through the womb of history.

I felt it speeding.
Through the dusty orange air
I heard it roaring
Making its cartoon clichéd wail
As it rushed to meet its noisy rendezvous
With a haphazard crash site.

Then I felt it screaming.

But still it hadn’t reached me
I felt it, shivering,
Holding my breath in anticipation
Of the hot blast
That I couldn’t escape.

In my face the fiery passing.

A slap-like blow
In an instant leaving
Clouds of debris and smoke
As my choking breath escaped
And everything went black.

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A Dream About Iraq  

Deer are being culled,
Their bodies piled on the northern heather,
Dumped on one another.
A new born fawn stumbling,

Shot through the leg, limping,
Bullet holes weeping,
Dark wide eyes staring.
I woke smelling blood.