In the April of Covid 19
Day 24
“Lie watching yellow until the golden weather breaks, O my heart's blood…”Dylan Thomas
Burial Sight
Let me choose
the season of my passing
on this golden day
that I may line my narrow grave
with the fallen prayers
of the plane tree,
kiss to my lips ripened apricot
blessings of honeycomb.
Let yellow be the wings of Autumn skies.
I will go to ground with eyes open
so my heart forgets to grieve
the bitter tang of this
dying lemon sun.
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This is absolutely breathtaking, Kerry!💘 I love; "kiss to my lips ripened apricot blessings of honeycomb. Let yellow be the wings of Autumn skies."💘
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sanaa.. got to keep that golden shine!
DeletePlaintive plea ... beautiful plea.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the visit, Helen.
DeleteI love "the fallen prayers of the plane tree"......oh, and your closing lines and imagery are breathtaking. Sigh. Loved it, Kerry.
ReplyDeleteI am surrounded by Autumn gold at the moment.. Glad you enjoyed the mood.
DeleteStunning quote – and your poem has matched it beautifully. (I too would choose to drink in the beauty of this world until the very end.)
ReplyDeleteYes, what a glorious way to reach the end.
DeleteWhat a beautifully perfect poem for the quote...Yes, drink the beauty of the world until the end.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Susie.
DeleteI love that you took ‘yellow’ and ‘golden weather’ from the Thomas quote and expanded on them in your poem, Kerry. I especially like the lines:
ReplyDelete‘…line my narrow grave
with the fallen prayers
of the plane tree’
and
‘…my heart forgets to grieve
the bitter tang of this
dying lemon sun’.
Thank you, Kim. I agonized over the lemon sun.. but decided to keep it in.
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