Standing in silence
On the stone littered ridge
Surrounded by days
Bare edged morning
As black crows dive
Clustered close to curve
And stoop straight through
The treeless rush
A headlong scream
Launched from the headless hill.
(Excerpt)
RAC
:: just stand there ::
just stand and watch the season change, note the dew and separate ideas. remember that you stand alone. are not alone from criticism and contradiction. medieval music plays, the town smells …
Source: :: just stand there ::
Missing
Lest we forget
those missed.
Exhausted
Shared
Somethings
like grief
and loss
are best shared
rather than
held alone
healing takes time
maybe lifelong
even more reason
not to be on your own.
Birkenstocks
Thirty years
worn out now
resoled
so many times
but the uppers
have given out
welcomed
me each morning
now time for a rest.
Words
“Here there are carved words
On smooth milled stone,
Each letter, each word
A fragment of a life’s story
A memento to last an Eternity.
So many words worn away
By the hard edged rain
Of so many winters past.
Expressions of love, of duty done,
The reward of rest in heaven.
And the remembrance always
Of those who follow.
Followers themselves now dead
So that the grave lies forgotten.
And the words meaning lost.”
(excerpt On hearing of the death of Beryl Reuben.)
Our Lady of Penrhys
A concrete statue
Mary and child
on the place where
a wooden statue
once stood
a place of pilgrimage
in the medieval period
and before that
a celtic well
and there still grows
a Hawthorn tree
a “clutey” tree
and before that…
Stories on old stones
So young
So young
Lest we forget
those lives
And those
Bereft
Tears fall
Three children lie here
the eldest 17 months
stories written
on old gravestones
have the power
to stop you
hold your breath
with thoughts
of the sadness
of those poor parents.
Celfypridd 