All Hallows

“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”]