Finding the unsayable ...

The young curate, Solveig, spoke of the need for love -

Her grandparents had seen terrible things -

There was a white poppy pinned to my long tweed -

We marched through the town behind pipers -

The people clapped in the Sunday streets - 

We lay wreaths and looked out at the sea - 

I thought of my grandad, my mum's dad - 

Crossing the ocean with the captive horses -

Finding the unsayable under a riven sky -

14 November 2021

Swanage 

Dorset