T. F. Griffin
Poems from 'The Leveller' by T. F. Griffin
The Funeral
As an evening April sun
Does its dying
Over Riddlesden and Silsden.
The late spring clematis and bluebells
Bring messages of death
And suspend all in grief;
And even before death
There is suspension in sadness;
The sun pours through closed curtains
Like a taunt,
Reminding the griever
Of the swift and swallow,
The need to thrive and survive
In death.
And the love gone and
The flowering of the dancing lady
Are reminders of another evening,
And the beauty of the coming summer rose.
Watching Sunset
There is red under
The black clouds
And the sky grows pink;
Where a giant whale forms
Moving through a pink sea;
And from the archipelagos beneath
Which move into blue air,
I see the tiny figure of Newton,
On an island where he sits,
Bowed to the earth,
The reins of his reduction
Firm in his hand.
And while he moves
On a large lattice
The newly emergent stars, patient,
Wait for his glance at the sky.
• 'The Leveller' is an A5 (148mm x 210mm) publication.
• 34 pages in total.
• Soft bound pamphlet with laminated cover.
• £7.45.