Margaret O Driscoll Poems

Awed by its architecture
I step inside
Gigantic Gothic arches
rise on either side
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Seeing a loved one dear to you
lying in their final bed
Is an image that stays with you
long after funeral prayers are said
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Manicured ornate show gardens
To attract visitors, the goal
Flower beds neat and fancy
But the wild calls my soul
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The sands of time eroded that
broad smile from your face
but of that carefree, ebullient character
I still can see some trace
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Climbing to the fort in humidity,
at the end of the lane I stop
Pin cushions of Devil's Bit Scabious
Amid flowering spreading Stonecrop
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It felt strange going back there
I'd almost forgotten the way
Suddenly it came back to me
at the turn off down to the bay
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Velvet reed mace by the lakeside
Swans glide on the mirror serene
Buttercups gold among grasses
In heat haze a calming scene
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I took a trip down memory lane
along the byways last September
Pointing out familiar places
and events I well remember
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The miscellany of the murmuration can be heard by all around
Then the starlings swoop down, strutting swiftly
Yellow beaks probing in the ground
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A hot Summer's day
market stalls everywhere
Smoke rises from the barbeque,
customers queue in the square
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