Remember #poem #poetry

Christina Rossetti wrote Remember as a paean to her lover, a poem for someone about to die. It’s rather heartbreaking.

Me, I’m in Edinburgh, at the Fringe and, well, it’s rather uplifting. Ephemeral, sure but with curios aplenty.

And some catch you by surprise.

One set we saw today involved comedian Arthur Smith, talking about his late father, Syd. Syd spent time in Colditz the prison camp, but what was most poignant were his words describing his return to England when released. He spoke of the journey by train, bus and foot to his family home, the flags and friends and family there to meet him. Now I’m a father I can stand in the shoes of his parents, imagining the hell they went through waiting for that moment. I cried, just a little, as I imagine they must have done. It seemed very natural. Funny how dusty words about events over 70 years  old can do that.

So my take is not as flippant as originally intended. That wasn’t my mood. I hope you enjoy it.

Remember me when I am gone away

Even though our eyes met but once on meeting

You gave me a look as I went to pay

That spoke volumes though your gaze was fleeting.

‘Do you want chocolate’, words dusted

Lightly, their meaning clear – I know you well,

You’re saccharine to my sugar – Not trusted

False promise this. ‘No thanks.’ I can tell

You wish it could be so different;

Our lives should take the path well trod,

In that glimpse our future is not so distant, 

A cup’s width. We are ripples. Then a nod.

You will remember how we parted. Strange

To think it’s all because I couldn’t. ‘Change,’

You said.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published two anthologies of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand and Life in a Flash. More will appear soon, including a memoir of my mother's last years. I will try and continue to blog regularly at geofflepard.com about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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14 Responses to Remember #poem #poetry

  1. Ritu says:

    This is very good His Geoffleship 💜

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Elizabeth says:

    Lovely bottom photo.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I am rather fond of the original, it usually makes me well up as it has particular meaning to me. Your take though is rather nice – real – and the lovely Linda not looking makes it even better.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Charli Mills says:

    Lovely! Enjoy the Fringe with your Dearest One.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. JT Twissel says:

    Charming poem. “We are ripples. Then a nod” – I like that! Enjoy the festival!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Al Lane says:

    Nicely done.

    A number of my poet friends have been performing at the Fringe this week. I’m hoping to join them next year…

    Liked by 1 person

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