When the world feels dark bring a Torch Let the Torch be brightly lit Let it illuminate the darkest corners of Earth May Earth play its part and forever spin For a spinning Wheel gathers no more Covid And Covid will be killed by the Needle And through the eye of that very Needle Will Nature work her magic And bring us all a Spring to recall Life renewed in Hope For ‘Hope is the thing with Feathers … Which never stops at all.‘
VERSE – WHB: Dec.2018 . . . [ With acknowledgement to Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) ]
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.