Londinium Requiem
The snow fell
But who was there to say
Anything about it; anything at all
A rook cackled, inspected the ground, hoping
The snow fell softly on Bone Hill
And all was quiet; silent
No one there to tell
O, Jerusalem
Your green and pleasant land now gone
Covered by stone
Relegated to dark, green garden corners
Covered by mud and a drift of white
All that was once is now obscured
White as a dove’s wing and feather soft
A whiteness, a blankness, a pall
To bury our treasure and our triumph
It came
No one to tell
No one knew
Indiscriminately, indifferently
A whiteness, a blankness, a truth
Breaking up the harshness of our earthly structures
It fell
No experience could have halted us
Nor innocence move us
So it falls
On London.
Beautiful piece
permalinkI adore Jacqueline’s work, she’s a beautiful writer with a gift for vivid imagery… I expect we’ll continue to see great things from her in the future!
permalinkNature has given up trying to wash humanity away with incessant rain, and instead tries her best to cover the blight of concrete and steel with a heavy snow. This piece is timeless, and will still be relevant in 2058. Kudos.
permalinkBeautiful Jackie! I agree…you have a way of really capturing and creating a beautiful mental picture and landscape. I love it!
permalinkThat was gorgeous….i dont know what to say except I absolutley loved it Jackie!
permalinkso moving jackie, written from the heart and experience , you always manage to amaze . x
permalinkThanks, everyone!
-J
permalinkHow long until there is no green left, just a dead , grey concrete sourland stretching from Dover to Jura? Only nature can stop man’s insanity.
permalinkWe need to re-examine how we live and act now. Thanks for your comment, I appreciate it.
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