Another poem, and how it was made

Here is another poem, written on 16th August 2008.

Caught
amidst the various
and struggling
interests
of that
complicated
year
and to the
regret
of all parties
you died
and I put
my hood up
and went out
into the rain
feeling
in pockets
for keys,
reassurance
and extra strong
mints
there are
no words
again
under the trees
under the sky
blue as it is
just
an absence
of language
a siphoning off
an empty tank
of vocabulary
a trap
of silence
and
I think
of you too
now
snared
as you were
wide eyed
and unable to bolt
and still
no new words
come
just
repetition
but deeper
[With thanks to Chaloner Chute]

********

The first  10 lines are from an inscription on the memorial to one Chaloner Chute which is in the chapel at The Vyne, Hampshire. I went there to look round the house one rainy afternoon, and it was very gloomy (or perhaps that was just me). But when I got to the memorial, I was struck by what a lovely turn of phrase it had, and how beautifully understated it was, and how straightforward.  I ran back through the house to the reception desk and demanded a pen, pencil, anything! so I could write the words on it down. And then I sat in the car and wrote the rest. Here’s the leaflet I scribbled on, just for fun.


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