I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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27 April 2014

Doing the Usual

At the quiet end
of an autumn afternoon
the rain comes down
softly and steadily.

I open a Shiraz,
make some conversation with the cats,
fetch my cardigan
and check the TV program.

It's almost as if you're still here.
I half-expect, any minute,
that you'll call from the bedroom
or walk from your office
to share the wine, the TV, the cats....

This morning at my market stall
I put my clients in touch 
with their dear dead.
Invariably I'm moved to tears
by the depth of love
the dead have for the living,
and my clients cry too.

I was you today, at the market,
doing the rounds of the other stalls early.
But I didn't get your abundant
bundles of fresh veggies —
not for only one.

It's BBQ chicken tonight,
to save cooking.
The cats will demand their share.
I'll give them less than they ask
(not as soft as you were)….

A nice night to be in,
as rain and evening arrive together.
Like a blanket, darkness
wraps us round.

April Poem A Day Challenge 2014, day 26: water 


  1. You have done so much with this poem, this window view of you and your life today. You have given us, the reader, a seer's view of the depth of love that lives beyond the arms of death.

    Though I should be saying something like, "Brilliant write" because it is, I'd rather give you my love and say "thank you, for enlivening the heart."

    1. Oh, what you said is perfect! Thank you. xx