Longlisted Poem 2012
The Royal Grammar School, Guildford, Surrey
I say only this. I am leaving.
Call for me, when a cool slice of moon
Sweeps the rolling tides of earth away.
You will resent my absence.
Call for me, when you can gaze beyond
The filigree through which light leers at your sin.
You think yourself a patriot.
Call for me, when you cannot gauze the scars
In the mud of your mind. Gaping with the radiant dead.
I need no such comfort. Think not the blindfold will help,
Nor make me as blind as you. Keep your covenant with the dead
And their eyes, in luminous ignorance.
© Benedict Wigmore
- Date January 6, 2015
- Tags 2012 Voyages - Longlisted Poems