Laurence
Scott: Witchbroom
GoneWhere a special star no longer shone, a space
Was there and made him cry
And it did not help at all if anyone said,
Who had never watched her face,
“You will get over it, others have their dead”,
He did not listen, perhaps he did not hear,
The last thing he wanted was to get over it.
She was not there. One star was now unlit.”
It will always go with love, this delicate sadness,
Almost delectable sometimes as in Autumn
When the copper and gold and yellow leaves surrender
To the afterglow of Summer. I can recall
Feeling sad in September, thinking of school
And wanting the long holiday extended...
Elizabeth
Jennings: Tributes
Alice
Walker: The Temple
to My Familiar