From Chris Swift

Thoughts On Carol and her Ceremony

I felt like a spider high up on the wall.
And it was good to see you all,
familiar gaits and familiar voices
familiar faces in trembled tones
new poems, well thought literate choices
away from light mong whitewashed stones
tried to describe the acres of sunny meadow
the landscape of your sisters being
a splash of colour from beyond shadow
elysian fields in aching minds seeing
the spider web thread connected.
brilliant beams that have lighted the hours
of many people whose lives she intersected
the many that called her ‘ours’

Chris Swift