"Fate may not hold that life in as high a regard, and may dispose of it at will."
- Selected Civil War Letters of Edwine Willow



Gathering in a blessed hall

Segmented by gender.

Lines of ancestors, resting

alongside a new neighbour.



Yesterday, rain poured

As if to mourn

What the evening sky would bring

As it opened up and wept.



Today’s sun won’t relent.

A still March day.



China teacups and saucers -

65 years old - a wedding present

Turned prop for visiting mourners.

Comforting a widow.

Long Life



Tuna bridge rolls

salmon bagels

whiskey bottles.



The evening’s sky

Awash with stars

As bright as we had seen them

London’s pollution falling silent too

In respect.