I make my plans to return to Gaea,
I shall nestle naked in a casket
woven from wicker which sprang from her depths.
Within her green meadow folds I shall lie
cold and still, yet with comfort
and above me they will plant a sturdy oak
whose roots shall be nourished from my remains.
While I sleep beneath its branches
life will flourish within its boughs,
birds shall nest and larvae rest.
Squirrels squabble over acorns
and lovers carve their names on its trunk.
As I am cradled in my mother's arms
I shall not squirm as the maggots gorge
for the worm is one more small part of Gaea.
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Silver Spun Sand | October 19, 2008 - 14:30
What a beautiful poem, Val. Gaea, of course, the personification of dear old Mother Earth.
"I shall nestle naked in a casket
woven from wicker which sprang from her depths.
Within her green meadow folds I shall lie..."
And these are the most beautiful of lines.
Tina xx
Bradene | October 19, 2008 - 16:34
Well Mac and I decided last year that we would plan our own funerals, I know it sounds grusome, but the thing is, this is the second marriage for both of us and we each have children from our previous marriages. You know how it can be at a time like that everyone thinks they know what ought to be done and they all end up arguing. So we thought if we put it in black and white there can be no arguing at all, they all know now what it is we wish. We both like the idea of the green burial but Mac has now informed me that he is not so sure anymore as he says we can't be buried by one another, which is true. He is now contemplating being cremated and having his ashes put in my coffin when I go, but as I said to him I might go first, I can't see anyone wanting to store me until he decides he's had enough .. Men what can you do with them. They say women are awkward too! (-; thanks Tina Val x