Poetry

Avalon Keeps Her Dead

by

Claire Casey

The heroes of old sleep,
Never to return to the land
That they once loved and defended.
Great leaders have fled,
And have gone beyond the veil,
Leaving us blind and defenceless.

The pens of once great scholars
Remain silent and unmoving,
Leaving an emptiness yet to be filled.
The home I continue to love,
And fear to lose,
Slips beyond all recognition and hope.

The past returns to haunt the present
As memories of a once proud nation
Remain where they will be slowly forgotten.
Avalon keeps her dead;
Our hope.

I Still Love you

by

Claire Casey

The first few chords on a piano played.
Softly and gently they drifted by,
Filling the room,
And her heart!
Tears gently stung her cheeks
As a voice from the past
Sang about the loss of days gone by.
A voice that now sings silently
From a place she would never know
Until it was too late!

Looking down,
She didn’t want to see the face that the voice belonged to,
But it was still there,
And always would be.
A face that silently smiled
As if to say good-bye.
Whispering softly:

I still love you