The Meaning of Death

I long for it!

The Meaning of Death

Gone are the ribbons and bows

that dreams were made from

when my mother read to me

aloud.

The warmth,

and the innocent adventure,

of the Swallows and the Amazons

have long passed.

Enid Blyton

is dead.

Biggles usurped

by Star Wars.

Horatio Hornblower

long overshadowed

by modern warfare.

The bowl of cherries

is now just naked stones

bleached upon a plate.

And all my hopes

are hung out to dry

now that love

has no meaning.

And I fear not death

but I am horrified by living.

 

29/11/14

Author's Note