The Maiden Rover

Four generations stood

that cold February morning

 and heard the feet who brought the grey coffin 

crush the cold, crisp snow.

Four generations watched

as muscles taught

let the ropes gently slide and ease the box

of memories so precious into natures night.

I cannot say that all wept

or even that those who wept tasted salt

as their tears ran freely

but I saw a wonder as a flock

of passing crows passed that morning.

I saw a jackdaw so frisky, its call distinct,

its nape cold grey as the sinking casket.

I wondered if those birds understood

the moment that was passing.

“Death comes to us all”,

I heard a neighbour speaking,

‘and after this the judgement’

I heard my thoughts collide.

Will we remember as fondly

 the days of summer love,

the glad surprise, the glint in her eyes

or will we dulled and angry

say goodnight for ever to the maiden rover? 


The land that is England seems drawn,

she has long lost her smile

and tasted of a poisoned phial,

has she so little more to say?

– goodbye maiden fair.

I’ll love thee always … always. 

written by edenbray 06.1998 re-written 18.07.2012

This piece was written in 1998 and it is posted today as a memorial to my dear mother who died on this day in 2007. Roma Joan was a free spirit, a globetrotter, who loved to travel and discover new places. A maiden rover, a maiden fair, who we will love always.

About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and that is all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . Edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist - since 1966 - I'm now an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have published many of my poems in booklets ... please ask for details or just join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray
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2 Responses to THE MAIDEN ROVER

  1. jessicaphiri says:

    Sometimes somber moments are as lovely as smiling moments. And sometimes I cry while smiling. I refuse to say thank you again 🙂

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