Raven
The day we watched the funeral,
when all the nation grieved.
Sat inside with children home,
Choirs on TV.
A raven watched beside us,
Beside the open door.
Catching little snippets,
Coming back for more.
Black were all her feathers
Black were her bright eyes.
But though the day was heavy,
The sun shone in the sky.
Other ravens gathered,
Smart in feathered suits.
Regal, loyal, slick with time
Wearing formal boots.
Lined up at the palace,
Making good the tower.
Celebrating Queen’s long reign,
Warm and strong in power.
Nobody was counting,
Looking at the sky.
Watching for the minute when,
Their Monach passed them by.
So, nobody missed her,
One less precious bird.
Hanging on the commentary,
Huw Edwards every word.
Solemnly she stood there,
Forgetting I was there.
Forgetting all the other birds,
High up in the air.
And as the crowd stood sombre,
Her majesty was led.
A million mourning faces.
A raven bowed her head.
She turned then from the TV,
A tear filled, beady eye.
And left me to my musings,
As she soared into the sky.
Liz Walker
nice poem and matching illustration thank you Liz.
Thank you. Phil, always a pleasure from a fellow poet and Artist. I Hope the Raven got home ok. x
What a powerful poem, you captured the essence of the occasion beautifully Liz.
Thanks David. I appreciate your kind words. There was a moment for all of us I think. x
Love it Liz. I made a phone call and asked for the helpful lady’s name – Raven, she said!
Hope you are all keeping well, house hunting is coming along & Leah is happy at school. Love to all.
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Thankyou G. All is well and ticking along. Thank goodness for art and words. Now to find a space for old and new friends to come and share them xxx