"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.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 8:52 AM UTC
"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.
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