Creature of Fantasy - Sequential Poetry With Mum Part 3

Creature of Fantasy - Sequential Poetry With Mum Part 3


The forward


It's good after all this time to see the poetry I wrote with mum in print.  Many people who past away with talent never get their work to see the light of day. They will leave works of art. The family and friends often don't know what to do with it.  Even worse they don't even look if the person had done anything creative. This happened with a dear friend. The family was much in a rush to clear his home. There didn't really look. Allot of his creative work was just thrown in the bin.  I was determined not to happen to my mums writing.  It was a long process but went through every piece of paper I could find in her house.  Found long lost old photos taken between the wars. They would have gone forever if in a rush. Frustrated I didn't find a lot of poems we did write. However, I did find one of her notebooks. A photo of the book is above. The book is all in my mum's handwriting. Something like this is irreplaceable.

My mum had an amazing command of the English language.  Get the way I speak from her. This got me teased at school for being too posh. My mum was read novels like 'Treasure Land' from the age of 5. She was from an age where the school system bashed the three 'r' into you. Even if you scream back in protest, still excepted to do the work unlit you got it and some more.

Why is this all so important? When someone dies what they have created is the only thing left of them.  Whether its art, paintings, songs or writing it shows thoughts and ideas of the person no longer with us.  Their personal effects like clothes and household items have in truth little value.  If they did anything creative, can't really put a price on and is irreplaceable.  They will never make another. Remind us of what was special about that person.  Even though it will be hard if you got to sort a past person's things, give yourself time to do so. You may even learn something about their life you didn't know before. Find something special that made them that person. Likely they give a lot of their time to you in life.  In their last act of leaving effects behind, they deserve the time from you to properly look at them.

Now here is another poem we wrote from my mum collection. It is a bit rough as this was my mum's first draft. Sadly I couldn't find her finished version. A link to a book of finish poems and stories you will find in the blog's editorial above.


Creature of Fantasy Poem

All upon a bank,
A creature reclined with her hooves beneath,
Groomed her hair,
Chanting a sweet lay to the ballad of the moonlight,
A breeze crossed the water,
Whispering on her horn,
Then she ceased,
As eyes of diamonds danced across the lake shining bright,
Then she let out with a snort,
For the wind said the foul where abroad,
Her heart shed a tear,
For all knowing the tranquillity will soon be broken.

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