John Gohorry, revered poet, and fellow member of the same poetry society as our eldest son, died unexpectedly last Sunday.
The following poem has been written by our son and dedicated to John. Depicting a typical October day whilst reflecting on the soul of our country - poignant feelings that continue to resonate up and down our small kingdom.
I'm just going out to post some poems
the leaves are falling with the breeze
as I walk along the familiar path
under the strong, archival trees
It's October and I feel a slight chill
Imagining the winter to come.
In my mind all is snow, white on the ground
and flakes are turning around and around
whispering as they fall.
Anger and calmness flutter inside me
debating the soul of this country -
a brittle chunk of land, now snapped away.
for crystal, needle, delicate and symmetry.
Besides the path, colour catches my eye.
I lean down to touch a fuschia flower
thinking their clusters like tiny lanterns
warm and bright, loving lights,
put there to guide the way.