Richard George

Rookie (June 1,1965 / Cheltenham, U.K.)

The Meteorology Of Loss - Poem by Richard George

I.M. Katrin Cartlidge 1961-2002

On the train to Birkenhead
for her father's autopsy,
my mother saw the rainbow
of rainbows, a double.
I woke with a spark today:
the sunlight in September
is the loveliest, pure
as a woman's touch.
I turned to the obituaries
and Katrin had died;
who snake-charmed devotion.
I didn't know her,
but it felt like I did.
And yesterday was a deluge,
hours of it, and stinging eyes.
I wonder if the dead live
up there, in the sky.
I wonder if we breathe them.


Comments about The Meteorology Of Loss by Richard George

  • (7/18/2005 5:11:00 PM)


    Really love the poem, how did yuo know which one I would like, hadn; 't read that far so thank you for pointing it out. (Report) Reply

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  • (7/8/2005 9:28:00 PM)


    Richard, this is beautiful. I'll say no more. Thanks, Jerry (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 17, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 12, 2010


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