He is leaving with the tide; Distant fires gleam in his eyes, And his head turns to listen To music we cannot hear. We heard him Share stories of his life; Now he casts off all moorings And sails, ahead of us. Ancient of Days, do not … [Read more...]
Light a candle – poetry for the passage of short lives, and public lives both – sharing a poem
This poem was written after the death of my great aunt, who gave me an oral history of my family and its travels through time and cultures. There have been several public and painful deaths this week - a four year old boy in … [Read more...]