First thoughts in verse

For my first post, I wish to share the first of three poems addressed to three abstract entities. Last year I lost my Gran and this poem is written in honour of her. I hope it can provide solace to anyone else who has suffered at death’s hand.

O Death

O thou cold and yet still caring death

Thou which wert and art and yet shall be

Thou which scornest both my tears and wreath

Yet liveth not to see thy vict’ry.

Thou hast taken that which none may give again

Thou hast marred the plane of my very soul:

Whence comest thou to show nought by disdain?

I quail in thy dark vale through which I stole.

Lost, lost is all the world for she is gone on

Into that realm of void imagination

Ne’er to see, nor speak, nor hear my orison

Nor e’er to quicken from that black stagnation.

But be thou still near me, her place to hold

Be thou in candles, in sights and in songs

In my heart’s stirrings, be the taintless gold

Of the horizon which for the sun longs.

For while I yet live, thou livest with me

And while I breathe, thou waitest for me.

To many thou bringest keenest woe,

But thou are not my eternal foe.

                                                            To My Grandmother