Ghosts, No Random Memory
Who has
never returned to the scene of a once-love, if only in their mind, and wondered how things might have
been if only…?
GHOSTS, NO RANDOM MEMORY
Much rougher
the sea
than last
we ran here, laughing
on the
cliffs,
a spring
breeze in our hair;
less kind
the sky
than last
we kissed there,
bluebells
surrounding
a passion
brought to bear;
sweet
memory, wings
of a friendly
gull soaring our dreams,
love’s
rhythm to fulfill;
such heat
to embrace your body,
and bold!
In the vaults
of
eternity, our lives grown cold;
salty
now, the hair blowing
across my
face, thinned
like the
heather at our special place
Though
huddled in a raincoat,
I, oh, so
easily recall the glad heart
that made
me thrall…
Gulls
squeal! No melody,
but a
sure grace
whirling against
storm clouds
like a
pattern of lace
on an
altar cloth, would have
smothered
us both
Copyright
R. N. Taber 1991; 2010
[Note:
This poem has been slightly revised from an earlier version as it appeared in
several poetry magazines and an anthology 1996-2004, and subsequently in 1st eds. of Love And
Human Remains by R. N.
Taber, Assembly Books, 2001; 2nd (revised) e-edition in preparation.]
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