Now strangers flock in feathered rows
Of mourning black, like stiffened crows.
The usher and the vicar meet.
They’ve dragged the cold in from the street
For eulogies that can’t be heard,
Assembled from generic words.
The hymnal wraiths in shades of brown,
Just serve to weigh the hour down.
Tomorrow, when they’ve laid the ghost,
The emptiness will echo most.
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August 9th, 2013 at 12:28 am
It is darkly beautiful and its somewhat rueful and strangely honest tone really speaks to me. Please read mine and I would appreciate it if you offered some feedback. http://yukilifetolive.wordpress.com/2013/06/06/human-love/
August 9th, 2013 at 12:39 am
Ta. 🙂
August 9th, 2013 at 12:29 am
Not told you enough recently how bloody brilliant you are. You wouldn’t like that though so I stay silent… Mostly.
August 9th, 2013 at 12:39 am
It seems that everybody else has got the same idea.
August 9th, 2013 at 4:29 am
This makes me want to turn off the lights and light a candle. No one expresses things quite as elegantly as you do.
August 9th, 2013 at 5:05 am
Ta. I thought it was a bit rubbish, to be honest, which is why it’s been sat on my hard drive for several weeks.
August 9th, 2013 at 7:32 am
Beautiful and sad, such an eloquent telling of a sadly familiar tale. 🙂
August 9th, 2013 at 12:15 pm
Ta. 🙂
August 9th, 2013 at 1:15 pm
Yeah that damn ghost was echoing last night!
August 9th, 2013 at 1:44 pm
Probably the plumbing.
August 10th, 2013 at 12:42 am
I love the mood the rhythm of this!
August 10th, 2013 at 12:42 am
I mean “mood and rhythm.” Sorry for the typo.
August 10th, 2013 at 1:20 am
I actually read it as ‘mood and rhythm’ and wouldn’t have noticed unless you’d pointed it out, to be honest. 🙂
August 10th, 2013 at 1:20 am
Ta 🙂
August 10th, 2013 at 2:18 am
The funerals I have attended have all been different: different in form and different in the feeling they have left me with, for starters.
They are a ritual I find useful. I like them as a formal goodbye and yes, I see them as “paying respect” and if they are what I consider “good” they are a celebration of the dead person’s life. However, everyone grieves in their own way, and so they should be allowed, so I understand how many people abhor funerals in ways other than that they obviously are sad events.
When I die I’d like there to be a wake with much singing and dancing.
August 10th, 2013 at 12:22 pm
When I die I’m hoping they’ll cremate me and then scatter my ashes in David Cameron’s face.
August 10th, 2013 at 5:18 pm
The emptiness will echo most – simple and true
August 10th, 2013 at 5:19 pm
Ta. 🙂
August 19th, 2013 at 5:56 am
wonderful images, both written and drawn. This week I am burying my father, in a hillside rural cemetery where six of his pioneer ancestors are, who were all born in England before 1850.
Conveniently, all my ‘echoes of emptiness’ have taken place through previous decades.
My own burial will not be planned to make anybody sad. I expect to leave my wishes and the funds for a wild Wake, with mad hats for women and green Kermit neckfrills for the men. Like coffins, frogs live in earth not water, and Sir Michael Caine might say “not many people realise that”.
August 19th, 2013 at 9:39 am
Sorry to hear about your dad. I must admit, I don’t want anyone to be upset at my funeral. I think Michelle’s had it written into her will that for her choice of music she’s having ‘Sit On My Face’ by Monty Python.
August 26th, 2013 at 1:31 am
Dark but not dreary. Smashing. David Cameron should be so honoured. 🙂 x