Sunday, 23 June 2013


The Quick And The Dead

At Easter, we went for lunch
And then, in a while,
We bought ten red roses
And took them to
Your parents’ resting-place.

The day was beautiful, and sunlight
Feasted on the earth.  Our daughter
Placed the roses carefully –
We prayed, lingered
Too long I suppose –
The grave whispered
Like a lover

I dreamt in the night
Of stones falling
From a wall. I tried
To stop them, but they fell anyway.
I woke up sweating
To the sound of your breathing
And rain repeating
Like a vow
On the window.

Tony Lewis-Jones
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