|
|
|
| Quick Links: Current Issues, Nos. 53 and 54 | On-line Poems | Discussion Board | |
Pennine PlatformHomeCurrent IssuesOn-Line Poems
Discussion BoardPennine Platform : Editor: Nicholas Bielby Address: Frizingley Hall Frizinghall Road Bradford BD9 4LD United Kingdom Telephone: 01274 541 015 
|
Brenda Williamsfrom the syllabic sonnet sequence in No.53In Memoriam Christine Blake When I summon togther all the chance Encounters that have existed between Us, trying to weigh them with the distance Of things unsaid, the unlit future seen By you alone, there was so little to Go on, you seemed to be living only In the interval of time before you, Slowly foundering, clinging to any One who would listen, but we could not hear Or see as you were swept by a current Too far out to reach, something beyond fear Failed to prevent what you finally meant, Left to mutely disappear without trace Suspended from a life you could not face. 7-11 April, 2002 Alone on Tuesday morning just thirteen Weeks into the year, the first day after Easter you put an end to what had been An unmanageable existence, where Another afternoon another night, Was not within your reason or the span Of things, whatever intercession might Have happened, it was too late. As a fan Too widely opened you could not get back, The separate panels of your life were Locked into place, a surface on the rack Of being that yet could go no further While the arc that held it all suddenly Gave way to the last trace of its story. 11-12 April, 2002 |
|
| All rights reserved. Pennine Platform 2004. |