... it was cobbled together using offcuts of curved skirting boards from a factory in portslade that used to build new pub interiors ... but i abandoned it because i never could make up my mind on the final shape and wording ... the painted order of "verses" is clearly flummoxed, or do i mean bolloxed ? ... and twould be better in this order ...
F I R S T W I L L
& T E S T A M E N T
Burn this old body now sweet life has gone,
But wait until the harvest moon comes round
Before you cast my ashes high upon
The weather beaten carpet of the downs.
Dearly beloved of the strong & tender dead,
Whilst seasons’ shadows slide around her sleeping curves,
And captive constellations flame & slowly turn,
Attentive to her enigmatic metronome,
Here, tired of juggling Death & Birth,
& resting from Creation’s Dance,
The Goddess Earth’s stone fingers play
Cat’s Cradle with our nights and days.
Abide with me sometimes among these stones my
dears,
If you would understand what used to be my
pain.
Lay close to Mother Earth, my loves, that you
may hear
The sighing of the grasses for the Wind and
Rain.
I am no longer I.
No longer wait in vain
To hear her raucous laugh
And stroke those dancing feet again.
