Passing
Time stretched as she faded;
Lengthened, folded in on time
Extended, never ended.
Eternity must have seemed
An earthly hell
Peopled intermittently by friends:
A nightmare dream of pain and daemons
What superhuman will
Kept her through those summer months
What need, desire or wish
Held death's sad end at bay?
In the end, fading faded
Light left, sylph shaded,
That faintest whisper'd breath sighed out
As we all knew it must.
‘Gainst our hopeless hopes
She saw a means to give us strength:
Fortitude, courage, power -
But death rewards us all with death.
Stu Buck
Thu 3rd Aug 2017 12:02
brilliant chris. i love the beautiful writing and the sense of dread throughout, but the hope is what brought me back to the poem. lovely stuff.