This place seems like a skeleton now
Bones of an ossified stone fossil giant
Bones left exposed eroded of meaning
Everywhere I look there are remnants.
Fragments of what was here before
And memories of people’s stories told
Echo through the land. Those memories
Handed down not knowing the reason.
Stories handed down, stories handed on
I was a small child then and so young
Painful to know that those stories told
Are not told now. That pitiless silence.
(Excerpt)
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 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 ::
Lest we forget
those missed.
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.
Thirty years
worn out now
resoled
so many times
but the uppers
have given out
welcomed
me each morning
now time for a rest.
“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.)
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…
So young
So young
Lest we forget
those lives
And those
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