
Swirling clouds of starlings in the setting sun
Giant trees embossed with creatures, beckon fears
My yesterdays were so far away, all is ‘said and done’
I could not forget; your voice trembled in my ears
Gone, the Corner House, dairy, once everywhere;
Gas lamps, paraffin stoves, horse & cart, rag & bone,
Inkwell on my desk, pea-soupers outside, choking air.
You were not there. How long shall I wait, cold & alone

I remembered that time, like clouds above, drifted by
Silent Sundays, freckled dust suspended in sunlight
No phone or TV, I watched my coal fire crackle & sigh
Just conversations with wind and rain, that’s alright
Now I see you, deaf and dumb, on my busy screen
Tapping in & out; disconnecting all that’s ever been
© Christopher 2025
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What a beautifully crafted haunting elegy! A sombre reflection upon the ‘disconnected’ modern age and the need to take a step back … thanks for the reminder!
Comment by emma lumsden on 6 July, 2025 at 7:29 pm