Now it's time to say goodbye
Lump in throat, tear in eye
Days of joy we remember
when days of sorrow are just an ember.
But we shall meet again in Heaven!
Bryan and Liz
Elizabeth
13th April 2021
a Poem by poet Mark Wilson - a good friend of Robert:
TIME-LAPSE
i.m. RDC
To dream of conversing forever
in real coffee-houses, wearing our
straw panamas steadies my troubled
reflection. For Merrie Albion was
our verdant demesne where we held
synod, justly executed our Starry
Chamber. Will Scarlet to your necker-
chiefed Robin, who along with Jacques
carried high our moveable fiefdom,
our dynamic board for feasting. Six
eyes undry from endless laughter.
Was it the Round Table where we laid
our artworks & amulets? Were they
offertoriums to some higher power?
We mounted for our grail-excursions:
the Black, the Red & the Blue Knights.
Later in the tiring-house where, angel-
tireless, we metamorphosed into all
cosmology’s personae. Performers
to an empty auditorium, but were we
too pre-lapsarian in our expectations?
For the unfallen, these fallen guilds?
Barabbas Disgust was sent packing
to the hinterland with the rest of his
Philistine horde; for those were days
of a greater healing, before the golden-
section of our imaginations were re-
sectioned, lost all sense of proportion.
And you became Legion containing
multitudes, who pushed up a phantom
hill your Sisyphean burden. You who
were worn down mezzo del cammin;
&, to lose you, that’s far too soon.
Now I resemble nothing short of Old
Scarlett, brandishing my spade with
unsteady hands & with my lachrymose
eye-sockets glistening. Maybe we were
born out of zeitgeist: you & dear Jacques
in your metaphysical float; & me:
a time-lapsed man left standing.
David
13th April 2021
To see a world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
-William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
H Taylor
6th April 2021