First published in the Co-Op Caring Poetry Festival Anthology, 1988ST ARILDAS CHURCHYARD How sad a forgotten graveyard clings close to the side of the hill, long ravaged by the winds of time, cold stone monuments silent, still; fading inscriptions remembering those who died. On breath of a breeze its bell long-silent begins its ring, a haunting toll across the vale echoing. Awakening again bitter‑sweet memories of those left here behind. Who, on a sad day far back in time stood beside the open grave and cried. But who comes here now to tend the flowers? Only bees. A dragonfly on gossamer wings hovers over tall grass swaying in the wind. Only chirping grasshoppers. A mistlethrush sings. Picasso-painted butterfly flutters like a lost soul departing a hill steeped in clouds those teardrops of tranquillity found alone by Severn River’s backdrop. A silver thread weaving amongst lichen-crusted tombstones; a spider’s web set in motion in this peaceful sacred ground.
First published in Beyond the Horizon (The Poetry Guild, 1997)SEBASTIAN I could not understand you though I tried Speaking in syllables, signs in the air With my hands, with my eyes and you watching, Your smile and laughing, we were trying; And somehow you knew me, reading my mind. You were a man, Sebastian, with feelings You cried, a child, but you thought as a man. You loved like any man, and there was much Compassion given so freely, not held back by fears, And I wept frequently, unashamedly. So why when you turned away, could I not come Where you travelled still trapped in your chair? You could not tell me, you tried to show me Through blue eyes behind deep oceans forming Barriers between us I could not cross. So where have you gone tonight Sebastian, Unlocked and unleashed; free from your prison? I can still see you smiling, hear laughter but Missing you in the spaces now empty. Only the chair here that you left behind. ___________________________________________________________
Beautiful. These poems have just turned my brain on and with that made my day.
What a lovely thing to say. Thank you, Elaine. You have also made my day.
So beautiful Kit. All of them. But my favorite was old lady, weeping child, forest tree. Written with such emotion, you can feel that as you read them. You must should write as often as you can, touching people with your words. What a wonderful gift to humanity.
Thank you for your kind comments. I am pleased you liked them.
Beautiful poems Kit. Old Lady Weeping gives me a gentle nudge to care a bit more about the important stuff and be calmer about little irritations in life and Sebastian brought a big lump to my throat. Thank you.
Thank you, Sue. Pleased you enjoyed.
Have a lovely weekend.