Scatterings

Last of the ashes being washed out to sea

Alison’ partner Dave was lost to the first wave of covid, due to restrictions there where delays to scattering of the ashes. This poem was read before the ashes where scattered at Hilbre Island, Wirral.

Scatterings

Last in the flesh

Heart compress’

Life no longer bless’

My hand, impress


Davy the bus has joined you afar

A few jar’

The afterlife bar

Angels strum classical guitar



Charlie, our aged dog

Mass ailments to catalogue

Playing watchdog

Resting well worn coggs



The Puppy present

A year adjustments

Affection blandishment

His heart, your compartment


We stand shoreward

Moving forward

Love not deferred

You glorious Bastard!


Match day is back

Your team on track

I will show tact

Over yesterdays match


Pubs open as standard

Works open, but staggered

The Grove, change of guard

Your drinking backyard


Across Stanley Park

Everton’s mark

Raffa’s embark’

Goodison Park


The World cup final

66 again for a while

Limited fans, the Wembley mile

Beaten by Italy, but showed style


Few changes; the house

Lights fixed, odd fuse

Mass colour ooze

Remains a madhouse


My star

Loved from afar

Emotion: no bar

From doing my hair

To going up stair’

Your dancing with flair

Joking over a silly mare

Clothes you would wear

Love you would bare



For now, my glorious Bastard!

Alison Little

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