He had died of his wrinkles Liver spots and age lines Gnarled and creviced skin Dusted and singed By his Lifetime’s fevered furnace His lungs smoke-charred Legacy of a thousand undoused fires
As old as the hills he trod As the bubbling beck he bled I see six stalwart pall bearers Hard as ancient twisted nails Arise from their bed of iron Raise the dead-weight anvil His final ferrous coffin To shoulder height Begin a steady passage Through the leaden winter streets Beneath those snow-clad Northern Hills Their shrouded clouded sky Seemingly forever draped Atop the silent iron tomb
Carried through the dark gate To its final resting place Fitting memorial to a smith’s life Gifted again to the ironstone earth
In memoriam: Harold Booth, Yorkshire blacksmith & farrier; 1909 – 1987
Reverse Cinquain: Simply a Crapsey Cinquain in which the syllable count appears in reverse order. Adelaide Crapsey’s cinquains utilized a syllable count of 2-4-6-8-2. Therefore, the syllable count of the Reverse Cinquain is 2-8-6-4-2.
Known primarily as a novelist, Kurt Vonnegut (1922 – 2007) was an American writer. He published 14 novels, three short story collections, five plays, and five works of non-fiction. He is most famous for his darkly satirical, best-selling novel ‘Slaughterhouse-Five’, published in(1969.
I do like this short poem of his which I came across only recently. Apparently it was never given a title by Vonnegut and was discovered in a letter of 1961 sent by him to a friend. It has a delightfully simple and artless warmth which engenders such good feeling and optimism.
Two little good girls Watchful and wise — Clever little hands And big kind eyes — Look for signs that the world is good, Comport themselves as good folk should. They wonder at a father Who is sad and funny strong, And they wonder at a mother Like a childhood song. And what, and what Do the two think of? Of the sun And the moon And the earth And love.