Mourning Poems by Mike Alfred

Legacy

 

Ah, there you are, choosing chutney
in the sauces aisle. I look away for an
instant and you are gone; Houdini of the
supermarket. You were wearing that pale
blue turtleneck, weren’t you? Oh, there
you are again, will I please go and select some
cold meats, and I remember you telling me
that general rule of shopping: not to take
the first item I see. But check prices, check
prices, look for the specials. Was that you,
proudly smiling at me before you finally
disappeared round the corner?

 

 

Last

The last is the longest
saddest concert, the
longing notes for the dead
by the living, and the notes
the dead will not relinquish;
this slow-rendered performance,
these pieces enjoyed on Saturday
nights, this tightly clasping swing
and jazz, conjuring a blessed absence.
Retaining a songful presence.

The dead draw forth the
music of remembrance, these
grievings, newly composed, these
old favourites eliciting the half-
forgotten life, these repetitive
playings in dream sleep. With soft
notes and harsh, with singing,
with private dancing in tears,
the music of forever, slowly
settling, never more than
an echo-distant.

 

 

Now I can tell you …

I can tell you that our marriage
was one of your great creations,
a complete existence. But so silent
and modest, I seldom noticed.

I can tell you that our marriage,
such a splendid journey, provided
a way of being, an enchanted life,
a completeness now so fractured.

Diversion:
I wonder where Maslow slotted
a good marriage into his hierarchy
of human seeking? After all, it’s one
of life’s greatest challenges; something
to be placed at the apex of achievement.
Perhaps he didn’t think it as important
as making money or being President.
Good Housekeeping doesn’t list
the Top Hundred Marriages.

I can tell you that you bequeathed
me a modicum of steel. You ushered
me, callow youth, into an adulthood
where I function with care and a certain
buoyancy gained from your laughter
and your court of wise verdicts.

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