Andrew Shiston

Rookie (16th March 1943 / Portland, Dorset England)

A Day In Late Spring - Poem by Andrew Shiston

The fog is lifting and the foghorn silent
On the point of Portland Bill
The lighthouse light extinguished
Only seagulls now are shrill
This late day in early spring
Time passes slow, as in the Islands church
Light through stained glass windows
Sends shadows through the crypt
And from the candles, tallow weeps
The smell of incense and dusty hymn books
Scratched pews and threadbare seats,
In this sailors ancient graveyard
Daffodils and fog wet grasses
Grow against long uncared for headstones
A tantilising harmony of joy and grief
As once again the fog comes down
The foghorn once silent, now reverberates
Mist now creeps amongst the gravestones
Meandering like a thief.


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  • Rookie - 30 Points everything has a name but me (2/9/2008 9:33:00 PM)

    Amazing. I have fallen in love with your poetry. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 25, 2011


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