Saturday, 1 September 2012

A Bracelet of Days

I came across this poem on one of the blogs I follow. The blog is written by Dierdre Maher who, like me, cares for her husband who has Motor Neurone Disease.  Dierdre came across this poem, written by a Dingle poet, and says that she feels it was written for her.  I completely understand what she means.  It sums up exactly how I feel.
 

A bracelet of days

I am making a bracelet of days
or bits of days
to take out in the half light
and know those other times were real.

The first stone threaded on is blue:
A dusky drive
through low flat fields,
that held the promise of home.

The second one is the gold
of candlelight in a night-time
chapel where four musicians
played.

The third is clear as water:
Words plucked
from a poet's mouth
to flow into my ear.

I am making a bracelet of days,
moments stolen, frozen,
threaded into a talisman
to scare away those half-light days.


Emer Fallon 2007

5 comments:

  1. So, beautiful and wish to have a talisman myself♡♡♡
    Lots of love and hugs from Japan, xoxo Miyako*

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  2. Sehr einfühlsamer Text...

    Lieben Gruß
    CL

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  3. This is a beautiful poem. Caregiver...just the hardest job you'll ever do for love. Blessings to you as you walk this path.

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