Poetry Blogs (Funeral)
As the rains came we followed
As the rains fell we listened
And walked towards the minister,
Passing by the dark grave wherein she lies,
To drop another daffodil, a final kiss from life,
On the pale box below.
And on, to cluster round beneath the trees
Circling the family, rooted by some strange harmony
Of communion: a drifting mass lost in loss.
On the hillside, as the ...
Monday 2nd April 2018 3:04 pm
I was there that bitter cold day
When Winston Churchill passed my way;
Keeping watch beneath Admiralty Arch,
I breathed to the beat of the funeral march.
About the man no more need be said
Long since called to arms by The Glorious Dead;
But I was there that memorable day
When Winston Churchill passed my way.
Friday 30th January 2015 3:28 pm
should always be like this
early mourning dew
in the eyes of those gathered
under a slate grey sky
(not blasphemous blue)
whose heavy tears
the golden Judas kiss
of leaves crackling
beneath disrobed trees
betraying the sadness
with their joyful colour
the heavy damp sods of earth
clinging close to the coffin
like the grief
Friday 10th October 2014 7:14 pm
Roses are red
Maggie was blue
now she is dead
they're having a do.
They're airbrushing history
re-writing the past
Big Ben's falling silent
the flag's at half mast.
In a time of austerity
they've money to burn
for the pomp of her funeral
but the lesson we've learned
is they secretly know
she's not loved by the nation
Thursday 18th April 2013 10:50 am
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