A favourite poem for writing 201

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

WH Auden 1938

Pic:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:AudenVanVechten1939.jpg

Pic: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:AudenVanVechten1939.jpg


I first heard this poem on the film, Four Weddings and a Funeral, which undoubtedly made it a very famous poem!  But it inspired me to investigate Auden!

For me, the images in this are so concrete, the grief is enormous!  But the most poignant line, in this poem is “He was my north, my South, my East and West!” Wouldn’t it be so easy to have said, “He was my world!” ?

Happy reading today!

Writing 201 Day 5

The Fog

 

It hit me hard, in the kidneys

that fog. It came on a Thursday

in September and lasted all winter.

 

I wouldn’t be defeated, though. I turned

right round and swiped hard, blow

after blow, after blow.

 

But its strength was silence.

Grey and relentless, it rolled over me,

swallowing my muffled cries. Drenching

my wounds in its drool.

 

Against the wall of flesh, my fists fell

limp. I staggered blindly before I

dropped –

© Jacqui Thatcher 2015


Today’s prompt was fog and I really enjoyed writing this although I suspect that it is a ‘work in progress’ rather than a finely tuned poetic instrument!

Happy writing!