The funeral
Massed ranks, protecting
phalanx. Precision.
The bagpipes, gun carriage,
martial yet mournful.
Abbey’s organ, choir.
On the streets, in crowds,
in front of TVs. Most things
stopped. Most of us were there.
Union flags along The Mall.
Whatever your colours
a moment in history.
For one day a nation
more or less in perfect step.
The Queen has died.
The weather has changed.
It does feel different. Somehow.
Greg Freeman
Mon 19th Sep 2022 19:40
Thanks for your kind comments, Graham, Flyntland, Jennifer, John, and Steve. 'Martial yet mournful' were the first words that came to me, Graham, and made me reach for a notebook. I know what you mean about the 'precision' of the ceremony, Steve. Conveys power rather than grief or feeling, perhaps. Thanks also for the Likes, Stephen, Julie and K. Lynn