Yesterday, a grand and often very beautiful funeral was held, following the death of a likeable, shrewd and vivid man.
It is of course hard to separate the image we are given of Prince Philip, or ourselves put onto him, from the man he actually was.
He surely had a similar problem, himself. Who was he, apart from his public… continue reading
Tag loss
The Death of an Old Man
Body Parts
After death the eye fixes of course. It was just a part – now discontinued. Each pupil has stopped in its own disjointed way, having nothing to look at any more, no one to show. I looked at her, the mother of my children. She could not look back of course and instead just looked discarded, those eyes I used… continue reading
Resurrection
You have left petals on old stones and memories that chase the rhythms of my blood and activate my bones and through my gathering shadow guide me. Are you re-born in me or have I eaten you, perforce, that I take your scent with me through my days and words I know are yours… continue reading