We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

30.3.18

Stones in a Forest


For the (fictional) series, "Edges"
Her Voice 



Stones in a Forest

We made a cairn of stones
where we used to meet,
so as to declare our love forever,
fair and square. We thought
it could be a kind of signal beacon –
a little like sending up flares
if we ever lost each other.
So we spared no toil or skill to make it
lasting – that we could always find 
and would always return to.

Somehow, we became careless
and lost each other anyway,
straying too far from our stones
and off across the airy blue 
in different directions. Now at last,
decades later, bearing old memories 
like invisible flowers to leave by a tomb, 
I come back. Well, I did swear to, 
then, when this was our secret lair
and we were foxes. I need the farewell.


Sharing with Poets United's Poetry Pantry #417.

26 comments:

  1. I was so enjoying this poem, and when I got to "when we were foxes" I was DELIGHTED. Oh my goodness, how I love this. Really love "bearing old memories like invisible flowers to leave by a tomb". Wow.

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  2. This is delightful, Rosemary. I think this happens sometimes with love...we become careless with it and lose one another! I am enjoying this series very much.

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  3. What a beautiful way to declare love!
    'it could be a kind of signal beacon –
    a little like sending up flares
    if we ever lost each other'
    and it was still there!
    I love:
    ' ...bearing old memories
    like invisible flowers to leave by a tomb,
    I come back. Well, I did swear to,
    then, when this was our secret lair
    and we were foxes.'

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  4. when this was our secret lair
    and we were foxes... oh that is fabulous! Closure is such an important thing, isn't it... even years later.

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  5. Curiously this lovely poem resonated with me as I too reconnected with my first real girfriend after nearly 60 years of being out of touch and living completely separate lives on different continents to chat happily both having lost our own partners in recent years.

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  6. Love this, it sparked an emotion inside as I read, one of loss and warmth of happy memories. For me that is what writing is all about.

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  7. Such a richly woven poem, Rosemary!💞 I held my breath at "bearing old memories like invisible flowers to leave by a tomb"...Wow!😍

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  8. What Sherry said! We always circle back, I've learned, though seldom with such a permanent marker. Love the use of Stones.

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  9. I love the sense of mystery you have created - a fairy tale

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  10. He turned up in the farewell. Very well done.

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  11. Ah, this is so lovely. The memorial stays and to bid farewell to those innocent times sounds cathartic. I loved this bit: "bearing old memories/like invisible flowers to leave by a tomb". So tender and sweet and the foxes made me smile too.
    -HA

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  12. Like Letitia I want to know what comes next too!

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  13. "bearing old memories
    like invisible flowers to leave by a tomb" ... I love this.

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  14. This is a fav for sure!! Farewells are always so sad...but good to return and good to remember why.

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  15. Sometimes there is nothing left to say at the end except farewell, nothing more to come. I love the "like foxes"..

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  16. Such a lovely piece--I love how you come back and how the coming back feels

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  17. I enjoyed the fascinating directions, the layers of storytelling took me in. Definately a piece that bids the reader to linger for a bit and explore all the delicious aspects of this intriguing tale.

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  18. Those "invisible flowers" make everything so real and vivid. The same goes for needing to say goodbye to something or someone we might've lost long ago without truly letting go.

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  19. then, when this was our secret lair
    and we were foxes. I need the farewell.

    For old time's sake it is good to connect and stay connected. A
    send-off when the time comes is more meaningful! Yes, Rosemary!

    Hank

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  20. ah, we always drift back to the places of our old memories.
    since my retirement, i have visited my old secondary school , and the old shophouse where i spent my teen years (now a chic hotel). things change, maybe we don't.

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    1. A few years ago I visited the town, and island, where I grew up. It was quite emotional! Enough things had not changed.

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  21. It's interesting the things that bring us closure, or hopefulness. I enjoyed the visual journey, the light footed trek. It made the possibly sad journey feel a little easier, like a summer morning after a night of rain.

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  22. Very moving. Time to say farewell. Closure is important.

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