Valediction (for Kate McGreavy)
My true love
had a silver hair
all sprung
amidst her raven
locks
with playful pain
she mocked me
as I drew it from those
glossy strands
and looked at me
a smile that struck again
the heart her smile re-made
*
A quarter century on
comes back that moment
as I sit alone
Though she long lost & gone
I still know where
in secret
lies that cherished thread
that binds me & the one I loved
& will
‘til someone throws it out
Or I die dead.
poem by Andrew Fincham
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