candkwords – C & K

A Journey to Rest

heavy falling snow
serious solemn faces
outside the old church
gentle, pushed into the hearse
transported to rest awhile

The house no one notices is where the person they call the witch lives.

Quiet, yet uncomfortably loud. That is how the world outside describes ‘the lady’.

Uninterested in the limelight, the shadows of home become her friend.

Surrounded by Literature, she is herself.

I look at you
sometimes when you don’t notice

I stare at you
Rarely, when you are oblivious to my presence

I wonder if we, the two of us, would have spoken
if you were

famous when we met over 24 years ago

The falling Spring rain
comes with the sound of thunder
to stop and ponder
to have an education
to see our nation changing

Fatigue has found me
Through my resting elbow and
my head on my hand

Driving along the winding M1
hoping my car will take me home.

Around the bend, the pink lady shines;
a luminous ball rising in the late sky.

The clear pastel sunset and the lady,
constantly moving in and out of view.

They guide me back to the ones I love,
from a world full of money and ladders.

A letter entered the letterbox.
A crisp envelope of ivory with
Parchment-thick paper dated today.

Good news, Kerree, your time has now come.
Afraid, I turn the letter over to see
the title, ‘Making death easier’.

Gathering thoughts seems to surround me.
Further down, the words read, ‘Activate Today’
with several graphic diagrams.

A knock at the door scares the old cats.

The man says, ‘Hello, there has been a
clerical error. Your death isn’t required.’
I return the letter steadily.

an empty office
a deep chill in the corner
flickering movement

investigating
The office was once a morgue
unnatural cold

sitting among ghosts
the terror some people feel
displaced paper, files

a quiet knowledge
‘You know they laugh at us working’
undisturbed billing

the bellowing wind
whipping up a storm outside
while we sit snugly
The Void sits by the saucer
another excuse for milk

the leaves of Autumn
to hover over the death
beautiful colours
picking the one that feels right
press a leaf between pages