A poem about grief and loss.
I crow for the piper
for the ferryman and page
I crow for the fuller and
the sullied, old sage
I crow for the tosher
the mudlark and the sweep
I crow for the cottar and
the watcher of the keep
I crow for the chandler
for the hayward and the reeve;
the summoner;
the headsman;
bandit;
beggar, serf and thief
I crow for the gravedigger,
the sin eater too,
so when at last
your time has come
you’ll know
I crow
for you.
© 2020 N Godsell
N Godsell
N Godsell has stared at blank white pages since the angsty teenage years, occasionally marring them with black scribbles and dark thoughts.
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Beautiful. Lost trades, toshers and mudlarks.
Thank you Nick, that’s very kind of you to say and I think we can all appreciate the losing of trades, especially in the current climate.