Anthony Wade |
A Fateful Farewell
Admonitions about calm minds,
informed decisions, wisest courses,
fell soundlessly upon my unhearing,
voiceless noises off against a heart
birthing tumultuous swellings of passion
setting urgent steps of desire,
reckless of risk,
contemptuous of cost,
scornful of the cautions of the wary,
dismissive of the disillusioned,
exultant in my yet sorrowful farewell,
unknowing then
that the timber of a life,
once crook├йd,
can never be straightened,
nor the unforgiving clock
ever unwound.
***
Forsaken
I buried her in March,
not that cold a day
yet can feel still the ancient chill
of the church seeping into my bones,
a cold to match the anger building
with every hollow word the priest spoke
over my Mother's coffin, a stranger
with no more knowledge of her
then I had of him.
We stood grievingly about the grave
so sharply, darkly cut in the resisting soil,
moving away when his silent lips stopped,
and it was only then as I turned my back
that the dammed tears spilled fiercely,
the anaesthesia enfolding me
since the moment the nurse had said,
”She’s dead”, releasing me, flooding
my brain with the total pain
of aloneness.
***
Mother’s Farewell
Looking up,
my eyes as limpid as leaf-trembling raindrops
luminous with the liquid light of a waking sun,
absorbing, already wondering,
laughing with an unknown joy,
bathed by my Mother’s smiling face above.
Looking down
at that face now pallid on the death-bed pillow,
its old eyes versed in life’s truths, in its tragedies,
which have brimmed with joy and embraced love,
glowed with dreams, and felt foundering failure
when ambition scrabbled away like a rat behind a wall.
Once febrile,
her eyes are now cool, weary, withdrawn,
for no more is to be seen, no more to be learned,
know that sight itself will shortly cease
with the dawning of darkness,
and will close against her fearing child’s face above.
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