a wake

when
you lay me
down
to rest
please place
a sprig of briar
upon my chest
and fuschia
in my hands
and of
my silver hair
a thatch
do make
as years ago
we children made
from reeds
upon the river
and as for
coins
upon mine eyes
two copper pennies
carefully place
so I may see
your auburn hair
as we made love
in spring time
and slowly on
my coldening feet
pour
the golden sands
of Mayo
for as I came
from these dark hills
and tender love
made by their rills
let me scent
one
last
time
the summer



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-08-21 at 15:58

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
Ahh, I can almost taste the beauty!
2008-08-18


Mark J. Wood
Let the briar, fuchsia and hair keep growing,
Let the pennies be spent,
Turn the Mayo sands of time to boil another coopful of eggs:
And tell the Scytheman to f*ck off.

You need to use a surreal turn of tongue and a flagon of Bushmill's to appreciate the rhyme in this one.

Mark.
2007-08-28


Bhakta Raj Giri
Beautifully said. Good imagination with the good play of words.

I liked it very much.

Bhakta Raj Giri
2007-08-22


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful poetry !

Elle x
2007-08-21


Rob Graber
So eloquent and sad... just superb!
2007-08-21