Jul. 25, 2022


If she still walked on planet Earth
would she still flibertigibbet along

and would she be out there in middle age
with banners and flags and arguments

and would her children be like whirlwinds
as she was flying about the place

all bright and shouty and moody
bringing our current brood out

and leading them into all kinds
of divillment and wreaking havoc

and who would have sired them
that big Latin-European boy maybe

and to where in the world would
we have chased to be with them

early morning half sleep memory
whips up a whirlwind of panic

as if it were just yesterday
we first learned of her going

Peter Clarke



28.07.2022 12:56

Gorgeous Peter. When I read this it is truly like yesterday. Tears flowing here in Canada. The artwork is amazing.


26.07.2022 08:52

Lovely evocative piece Peter complete with a 'reality punch'.


25.07.2022 16:57

What a wonderful evocation of times past and present and the might have been. Truely you have captured the spirit of Aoife😀

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25.11 | 22:15

Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.

07.11 | 11:14

Hi Peter,

A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there



06.11 | 16:24

A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.

06.11 | 15:59

Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.

In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.

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