
Return to nature
Mother has never left us
Stroll through this garden
Copyright Francis 2021
Return to nature
Mother has never left us
Stroll through this garden
Copyright Francis 2021
By the hard side
of the shore,
abutments jutting out
into raging waves,
I paused,
an incessant gale buffeting
my puny frame.
Dark promontories
primed me through sea mist;
they caught my gaze,
my historic sense,
like the herring gulls circling,
riding the howling wind.
I sensed you there,
your sea-grey eyes
staring into nothing,
your soft sing-song voice
of the Borders,
ready to spoil me with sweets,
port and lemon clutched
in your wizened hand.
Somehow you were left
in this nebulous place,
our collective cries screaming
“mother! mother!” —
plaintive calls unheard
in an entangled realm of souls,
given over to the elements.
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Sleep easy tonight
This realm assumes its greatness
Green sprouts in the wood
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The affairs of men
Appalling shenanigans
First blossom appears
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