I bury my face
in her pillow...
breathe her in;
still, her perfume
lingers, of musk
and of votives
burning till dawn...
take the roses
from their vase
from her room.
Job done now –
packed into bags
for the charity shops...
her shoes, frocks,
blouses and handbags,
but what to do
with her ‘little things’...
those intimate things
made of silk,
and of white,
blue, and pink
edged with ivory lace?
Lay them on her bed
like a quilt
of many colours –
made from scraps
of all her days...
months and years;
gather them up...
drive to the burn –
meanders
down the hillside...
watch wild jasmine
shed confetti
to the stream
to be borne away
on a warm,
forgiving,
southerly breeze.

Comments
maisie | July 3, 2011 - 14:17
loved it!
The idea of the garments forming a coveral picture quilt, is old and yet fits beautifully
Silver Spun Sand | July 3, 2011 - 14:24
Thank you so much, maisie. You have made my afternoon with your lovely comment;-)
Tina
skinner_jennifer | July 3, 2011 - 16:18
Hi Tina,
I have a funny feeling this was about your late daughter.
As maisie said those lines mean so much.
I remember when my dad past away seven years ago
last Thursday, its a strange feeling, having to look
at those treasure clothes and memories.
If I have got this wrong, I'm truely sorry, but it's
an absolute gem of a poem and just kind of brought
my dad's memory back. Thankyou.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | July 3, 2011 - 17:51
You are indeed right, Jenny. It means so much to me that you read between the lines.
Many, many thanks for your empathy;-)
Tina
Highhat | July 3, 2011 - 18:20
Such sadness but I bet you have some wonderful memories Tina! How is your grandchild fairing? Did she win the cup?
atb
Pia ;-)
seashore | July 3, 2011 - 18:33
You write these poems so well, Tina. Visual and heartfelt - just lovely.
Silver Spun Sand | July 3, 2011 - 18:35
Yes, Pia, I do have a million andn one priceless memories of Andrea, that will never fade.
As for Ashley and her Duke of Edinburgh Gold Award, she in fact on a 'dummy run' this weekend in the Yorkshire Dales, with the real thing a few weeks away in Snowdonia, providing of course she puts in a good effort this weekend. She doesn't get back until Wednesday, and I shall be picking her up when the coach drops her back at school sometime during the afternoon. I'll let you know how she got on, and of course, how she gets on (fingers crossed) in Snowdonia;-)
Many thanks for your lovely comment, and for 'remembering'.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | July 3, 2011 - 18:35
Really appreciate your words, Coral. Thank you, so very much;-)
Tina
insertponceyfre... | July 3, 2011 - 19:15
I also love the imagery of the quilt - this is really beautiful Tina, well done
fatboy74 | July 3, 2011 - 22:47
Very beautiful Tina and also very moving. :-)
Silver Spun Sand | July 4, 2011 - 07:51
Thank you, insert;-) Tina
Silver Spun Sand | July 4, 2011 - 07:53
Blighter's - thanks for that. Much appreciated;-)
Actually your comment reminded me of Carol King's wonderful song 'Tapestry'...the lyrics of which I have always admired.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | July 4, 2011 - 07:55
fb...thank you. Pleased you thought so.
Tina;-)
SteveM | July 4, 2011 - 09:16
Hi Tina,
A truly beautiful piece.
Having lost both my parents last year I really do appreciate:
but what to do
with her ‘little things’...
Those lines are so poignant
Steve
SundaysChild | July 4, 2011 - 09:43
Very moving. Much enjoyed xx
JoseHdz | July 4, 2011 - 12:45
elegant and touching; beautiful.
Silver Spun Sand | July 4, 2011 - 13:40
Thanks, Steve...and I'm so sorry to hear about your parents, and much appreciate your empathy.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | July 4, 2011 - 13:41
Sunday's - thank you;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | July 4, 2011 - 13:41
Pleased you liked this one, Jose, and many thanks for your words.
Tina
barryj1 | July 4, 2011 - 21:53
This poem really hit me in the gut. The way you arrange the words physically enhances the prose-like quality. All the best poems tell vivid, sensual stories and harken back to the elemental qualities of folktale and myth. You succeed on all counts here. I've read the poem three times so far and discovered some new metaphorical gem to admire with each reading. This is, far and away, one of your best!
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful poem!
Silver Spun Sand | July 5, 2011 - 08:02
I'm really pleased, pleased, pleased, you thought so, Barry;-) And many thanks indeed for your more than valued thoughts...interesting, and enlightening, as ever.
Have a good week.
Tina
barryj1 | July 5, 2011 - 13:02
One more thing: your language in this poem has that stripped-down, elemental quality that I usually associate with Chekhov at his best or A.E. Coppard in his early work. It sure looks easy, but go try and write a poem this honest, this good!
Silver Spun Sand | July 5, 2011 - 15:02
Once again you have amazed me with your 'brimming font of literary' knowledge, barry;-) 'Dusky Ruth' is the only thing of Coppards I have read, and that was many years ago, and thus you have prompted me into scouring the bookshops. Thank you, again.
Tina
barryj1 | July 5, 2011 - 15:41
Coppard's earlier stuff is far better than much of his later work. Dusky Ruth was written in his youth along with The Higgler, the Mouse Arabesque and the Field of Mustard - all gems.
'Homespun' demanded just that sort of ingenuous language and creates a synergy that most other writing lacks. When I find myself thinking about a poem (i.e. such as yours) for days afterward, that should tell you just how wonderful it is.
Silver Spun Sand | July 5, 2011 - 16:35
Hi again, Barry. Shall make sure I track down the above...and just love the title 'The Mouse Arabesque'. Must say, it has fired that imagination of mine;-)
Thanks again.
Have a peaceful evening.
Tina
BeKsta | July 6, 2011 - 23:45
You really do know how to put words together! I thought this was beautiful, favorite lines
watch wild jasmine
shed confetti
to the stream
to be borne away
I love jasmine and cherry blossom and the way they 'shed confetti' Ive tried to photograph it many times :)
Silver Spun Sand | July 7, 2011 - 07:58
Thank you so very much, Beksta. Your words mean a great deal to me;-)
Tina