Poetry Blogs (the other side)
Another one from the archives, this one written some time after the death of my grandfather which would put me at about 16 at the time i think.
When the sky is dark, and the wind is cold,
And the rain comes down, fold on fold,
Remember us. The silent ones
In the numbness of the Earths tight hold.
You cannot see us, or hear us talk,
But right beside you we will walk.
Saturday 15th October 2016 12:29 pm
Looking back now,
the space between us
was like looking through
a sheet of ice
from the other side.
was as timeless
as the void between
earth and Mars.
like Saturn’s rings
in all of their
was an intense as
the purple evening sky
the nearby street lights
Wednesday 24th November 2010 8:23 am