NOR MOURNING TO MAKE
The clock ticking ticking
the firewood crackling
no time for sorrow
nor mourning to make.
There’s stock to be fed
and muck to be spread
cloth to be dyed
and the waggon needs decking
Psalms to be written
the bells need ringing
bread to be baked
wine to be served and a funeral cake
The clock ticking ticking
the firewood crackling
no time for sorrow
nor mourning to make.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: May 1st, 2022 01:21
- Comment from author about the poem: Yes I do still write serious stuff when I'm so inclined and here's my latest to prove the point.
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Comments8
That ticking clock is forever with us Michael and we hope that it will not stop too soon.
Andy
Super art work.
Thanks Andy.
I get a rustic view of a village and all the tasks that encompass a person's day, and how much it weighs on them. A very much enjoyed read, and well written too.
Yes very bucolic from a time when the idea of taking time off to grieve wasn't an option. Mind you it still isn't for those with livestock to care for.
Good write and pic M.
Yep, there's Psalms to be written - you reminded me! Are there enough berles for everyone's poems?!
The walking sheep have them on their ram berles.
Yes life goes on in it's familiarity with the path we have etched out for it to play around us.
Thank goodness though for the joy of mirth which punctuates our hours.
Yes a serious one from you but not grim serious - good reading well composed as is your way dear poet.
Thanks dusk - really appreciate your kind encouragement.
Not for a single tick did I doubt you Michael .. this is seriously serious and no kidding .. Now signing out before I tock too much ............. Neville
A very enjoyable read with a beautiful drawing to enjoy.
Thanks Rozina
Seriously, it’s lifes’ play,
Only as you can display
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