The Maiden Rover
Originally written in 1998 & posted and re-written ~ July 18. 2011
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Four generations stood
that cold February morning
and heard the feet who brought the grey coffin
crush the cold, crisp snow.
Four generations watched
as muscles taught
let the ropes gently slide and ease the box
of memories so precious into natures night.
I cannot say that all wept
or even that those who wept tasted salt
as their tears ran freely
but I saw a wonder as a flock
of blackened crows passed that morning.
I saw a jackdaw so frisky, its call distinct,
its nape cold grey as the sinking casket.
I wondered if those birds understood
the moment that was passing.
“Death comes to us all”,
I heard a neighbour speaking,
‘and after this the judgement’
I heard my thoughts collide.
Will we remember as fondly
the days of summer love,
the glad surprise, the glint in her eyes
or will we dulled and angry
say goodnight for ever to the maiden rover?
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The land that is England seems drawn,
she has long lost her smile
and tasted of a poisoned phial,
has she so little more to say?
– goodbye maiden fair.
I’ll love thee always … always.
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Roma Joan ~ a maiden rover
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This piece was originally written in 1998, it was re-written and re-posted – 18.07.2012 as a memorial to my dear mother – Roma Joan Dove/Eede/Thacker who died on the same date in 2007 and it is re-posted again today (25.11.2019) as part of a Retrospective ~ Roma Joan was a free spirit, a globetrotter, who loved to travel and discover new places. A maiden rover, a maiden fair, who we will love always ~ who I will always love …
edenbray – 18.07.1998 – ( abridged – 18.07.2012 ; abridged – 25.11.2019 )