Saturday, 31 October 2015

One Shade The More

One shade the more,
One companion the less;
A multitudinous mirror
Of reflected memory.

In perpetuity to store
One more face;
To recognise, to refer
In the album chronology.

A silent flitting shadow
Finds the darkened crack
In the mirror of the mind;
Stirring nostalgically.

Leaves disturbed anew
Fail to bring back
The light and sound

People once bound.
No longer found;
No longer around;

A glance of shades;
Fading friends;
Greying grades
Of ignorance.

Ivy clinging stone
Informs the shade
The more alone
That there be laid:

In innocence;
In transience;
In abeyance;
In absence.

Thursday, 15 October 2015

Wooden Memorials

Now wooden seat replaces stone,
And brass plaque replaces bone,
While somewhere smoke billows
From a chapel amid the willows.

Folk go up in smoke instead
Of being gently put to bed
In kindly earth where trees
Once surrounded to please

In seas of stone tombstones
Amid quiet where 'phone
Is neither seen nor heard -
Just the trill of a trim bird.

Ah, but that is yesterday
When memories grey
Were stone and bone
And death was not alone

But comfortably asleep
With others to keep
Away the outside world
While memories unfurl.

Made of wood and brass,
The new graves, alas,
Contain not bones of yore,
But someone's posterior.

What strange sort of folk
Prefer to go up in smoke
And replace cemeteries
With wooden benches?

Not me, that's for sure;
Where I'm heading for
Is made of solid stone,
And I shall not be alone!