DEATH BY ICICLE

Inscription plaque under Bampton Church (East Devon) tower … Photo: WHB 2020

The above inscription reads . . .

IN MEMORY OF THE CLERK’S SON
Bless my i. i. i. i. i. i.
Here he lies
In a sad Pickle
Killed by Icicle
IN THE YEAR 1776.

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DEATH BY ICICLE

A cold way to leave a life
Those many years ago,
Worse than any butcher’s knife,
The saddest way to go.

For standing looking at the tower
Of this his village church,
Caught by the sharp shard’s lethal power
He gave a sudden lurch,

And pierced to the very heart
He fell, struck by an icicle,
It must have been the devil’s dart
An ending diabolical.

For one of my previous blogs on this subject please visit . . . 

https://rolandsragbag.wordpress.com/tag/icicle/

 

Weaving Words

Photo by Suzy Hazelwood on Pexels.com

. . . A Poet’s Calling

I wander my world 
weaving words into verse
plaiting my thoughts 
into silken skeins of sense
rendering images
from my mind’s eye
to this digital paper
perverse perception
lending life to poetry
lust to hope 
and love to mon amour
the written word.

 
Only in time
with wish fulfilment
perchance my dreams
will meet my expectations 
and produce that meisterwerk
whose impetus
drives me on.

 

 

 

 

Charity Begins At Home

But not for one hundred quid!

For half that I would write a poem

To shame them.  Lord forbid!

Sign pictured recently outside a Surrey Charity Shop . . .   WHB