My DECEMBER PEACE poem is this one for it was a place of utter peace.
We have a favourite place in Scotland that overlooks the River Tay, so
we often just sit there and watch the water. The Tay is also known as
the ‘Silver’ Tay and it really does shine silver. It’s a very beautiful river.
Behind where we sit, there is an Old People’s Care Home and the ladies
are often sat in their little conservatory. Although they are old and
sometimes fragile, you can still see in them the lovely young women
they once were. That they can see the Tay, too, must be a tremendous
pleasure to them.
LOOKING ACROSS THE TAY
The swans are out again,
Shimmering on the dark water,
Dipping into the splashes of moonlight
They become moonlight themselves,
Every feather sculpted in light.
Little white snowflake swans
Drifting down the silent river.
Behind us lies the Care Home,
Where glass walls welcome the lovely moon
And one lone bed
With a quilt as red as roses,
Lies empty in a corner.
The old ladies who live there,
Watching the white and sparkling swans
Sailing on the glittering water,
Dreamily send their pretty, remembered bodies,
Down that golden moonlit path.
Frail little birds
Who soon overtake the swans.
This river and heaven
Must have a lot in common.
©2017 GWEN GRANT
Poems by Gwen Grant 