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
Those of you who remember my first two blog posts – on25th and 28th July this year, will recall that I dedicated my ‘Rolands Ragbag’ blog to David Alexander King (DAK).
DAK was, for many years, a teacher in both London and Kent, before becoming headteacher of a Special Needs School in Surrey.
He both encouraged and inspired me to dip my talents, such as they are, into the blogging world. He himself was a prolific writer, a poet and artist, who published a new poem nearly every day for several years before he sadly died three years ago this month. David found particular inspiration in the work of the Irish Nobel Prize Winning poet, Seamus Heaney, who died just 2 months before David, in August 2013.
DAK’s work is still accessible on his website at: picsandpoems
I am taking the opportunity to mention his work again in his memory.
The photograph below is of Dave and was taken by me in 2010 on the shores of the Bristol Channel, at Brean Beach, Burnham-on-Sea, in Somerset . . .