This is an interesting poem as I have no idea of where it came from. The idea came into my mind near fully formed.
THE NIGHT BEFORE THE FUNERAL
if he had stayed in this village
and lived out his life amongst these men
he would be sharing their silence
but here he is talking
about people and places of which
they know little and care less
wordlessly judging him
by their own lived experience
that’s how it always goes
now his father is dead
the last link severed
he will not return
for him there would be no
sea captain’s homecoming
with money and tales of the ocean
no
he would be like Lot
and he will not look back
It comes from my latest collection The Wait of Water. It is a poem I often include at my readings. It goes down well but then it is pretty straightforward.
Here's Bridget St. John with I Don't Know If I Can Take It.
Until next time.
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