Sunday 18 September 2016


Remember how we'd spend hours together
musing on the subject of life after death?
Well, now you know much more than I.

My face, that everyone used to say
so mirrored yours,
became bathed in tears, glittering
like diamonds hardened by pain
as I tried so hard not to feel.
Skeletal hands of grief were crushing and crushing
my insides to a mush. They wrung out emotions,
while my voice still called out your name - a
disembodied, alien voice that refused to believe
it had survived you.

Day-by-day my brother moved on,
speaking of you less and less, as if
in denial that you'd ever existed.
And it stung me to the core.

Each night I just lay awake in the darkness:
a Wounded King of Arthurian myth,
my shoulders knotted to a spinal column
that had grown painfully rigid.
In sleep, when it briefly came out of total exhaustion,
I dreamed I was buried alive - cramped
into the grim coffin beside your lifeless form.
I even fancied our Spirits were bound together
with barbed wire that tore my Soul to shreds.
Still I clung to you, begging you
to take me home with you
into your Spiritual World.

Then, I was comforted by the scratchings.
Throughout the year following your passing
they grew increasingly loud and frequent.
Oh how I wanted to believe
you'd returned to haunt me -
rather than accept the simple truth
that a squirrel had gained access to the attic
from somewhere beneath the eaves
and was raising a family up there.
That squirrel, to a tortured mind,
had become your disembodied Spirit.
I heard your voice in those sounds:
in their speaking for you and their mourning for me,
they seemed to weave me into the fabric of your Being.
And I lay there in your death,
already mentally beneath the frozen earth.

And such unwillingness to let you go
did eventually bring you back to me.
When the despair finally overwhelmed me
and I contemplated ending it all,
you came and held me in your arms
and told me I must go on,
that it wasn't my time yet,
and explained that a seed you'd planted long ago
still had much maturing to do
and had yet to fulfil it's purpose.

Oh the peace those words brought,
and how cleanly they cut through such galling despair!
In that precious moment I finally understood...
you were still closer to me than hands and feet.
Then later that night when I glanced in the mirror
I saw the whole picture - my true Spiritual Heritage -
for the first time.
It was there in stark clarity:
there, in the green of my Father's eyes.


  1. Teary eyed, I am, dear Ygraine. Very deep and moving.

  2. So beautiful and touching "green eyes"...sad but with a touch of hope that two pairs of "green eyes" will meet again beyond the veil for all eternity to spend among Arthurian myth and perhaps find the truth of the round table. Two ethereal spirits, daughter and father, bound together in love.

    You disappear from us for so long that I sometimes believe you are spirit, my dearest Ygraine and when the veil opens you reappear and bring forth the myths, legends and magick of the Druids...thank you for this.

    Beautiful writing my dear friend...beautiful~

    Much Love and Many Hugs

  3. So wonderful are your poems, especially this one, “Green Eyes”. The poem’s appearance now is sort of magical, as I deal with a very recent loss.
    Thank you

  4. how beautiful are always yours poems dear !

  5. Very sweet and touching.

  6. __ "Y" grand_! Your work always generates in me, a remarkable reflections_! This, mirrors my mother.

    above your stone,
    I sense your kindly words
    cherishing solemn memories;
    your life.

  7. Wow, so moving!! So touching!!!
    Thank you for such a beautiful writing!
    Sending you big hugs and much love!!

  8. first para touch my heart in deep,loved your expressions ,beautifully written

  9. This moved me to tears. Your eloquent and riveting way with words takes the reader right along with you. What a powerful tribute. <3

  10. Hi Guys,

    Thank you all from the depths of my heart!
    Your beautiful comments are so, so appreciated - it is simply lack of time that prevents me from replying individually today...:(

    Wishing you all a Magical Weekend! :))

  11. A poem that transcends time and space. Evocative words my friend.

    I'm going for a second reading now.

    Lots of hugs, GšŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚

    1. Oh Geraldine...thank, so much!

      Much Love & Hugs xoxoxo

  12. A poem that transcends time and space. Evocative words my friend.

    I'm going for a second reading now.

    Lots of hugs, GšŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚


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