Oscar

curiouscaitlin • 164 followers

I am in Bletchley, dressed all in black
As the bell tolls softly in the distance
Past hushed clusters of drifting blackbirds,
Flying South,
Ashes become dust
And a dull silence hangs deadened around us in the air

For a brief flutter,
I feel so isolated,
Like the single lost blackbird,
Left perched on lonely rooftops
Through the cold, misty mornings
Of a timeless, thick November

But then I feel your big, warm arms
Curl around me
And the weight of your presence
Pulls me earthwards.
I feel safe, again,
And I know that I am not alone,
Despite what I may feel right now:
Dressed all in black, in Bletchley

#autumn #emotional-landscape #general #grief #isolation #memory

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Comments & Feedback (2)

Dec 21, 2012 at 12:18 AM

I must live near you if your poem is reality

Dec 21, 2012 at 12:20 AM

No, I went to a funeral there about a month ago, and wrote this on a napkin at the wake! It's a very pretty area @wolfie

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