No Sweet Violins
I have armour round my heart!
It keeps me safe
when bleakness closes in;
feathered memories lie velvet
in the silence of the night,
til cold dawn tells it as it is.
No sweet violins or songs of birds,
just your empty space...
and heaviness
like the herons laboured flight, upstream
on a misting, winters night.
And now Christmas weaves a cruel spell
of trees and lights, and advent windows.
All the past years lie dark
as forests, like shadows on far hills.
A glint of candle light
on a tinsel angel threatens to engulf.
My walls and armour
keep me safe,
I dare not let you in.
I dare not.
Pim Claridge