The Words

I have here
Words for Thomas Hardy
Taken from a text
He’ll never see

About his little novels
In verse – displaced
Like a countryside
In ash marked England.

The vowels proceed
Like ancient widows
Walking back
From a new-cut grave.

The consonants
begin the wake,
Return home,
Raise a stake

For unknown quantities
Of detail
Left
Untold.

Nicely done, Pete. There are so many writers who inspire us in a multitude of ways. Their efforts often go unnoticed until one of us readers stumbles upon something in a written text which lights a spark of creativity.

Les

Les,

I am just so impressed with Hardy's ability to tell a story in so few words. He really does leave out everything that doesn't matter.

Cheers,

Peter