“On almost the incendiary eve
Of deaths and entrances,
When near and strange wounded on London’s waves
Have sought your single grave”
Dylan Thomas’ ‘Deaths and Entrances
For Martin’s requiem and laying of the ashes
I do not need to seek you out this soul-searching Hallowed night red-eyed are rememberings fiery flashbacks come thundering like Valkyrie over belongings left in plain sight, left behind Within cold coverlets, duck down has settled flat sheets hang drying with a ghostly stare and in the top most corner of your room spiders are threading shut the door But not for you the Underworld of earth dust and air and water your elemental grave undertow of Thames waves down its Londoners makes exit at the entrance, past All Hallows, Kent the church we always meant to visit and never went
In the Imaginary Garden, Susie invites us to seek inspiration for our own poetry from a beloved dead poet: “Diá de los Muertos – Bits of Inspiration“
[Read and hear Richard Burton reading “Deaths and Entrances”]
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