White Hotels, Lakes Ablaze, And Blossoms All Falling
Made deaf by the sound of the sea
Henry murmurs Ada's name
Though he never mentions me
In my swift-forgotten fame
He never mentions Ada
In the same breath as her ghost
His finger on the fader
That celebrates the host
Made deaf by the sound of the sea
Silence chews upon the cud
No reverberations, free
Formed passages in the mud
We never mention Arthur
(Whose hot breath burnt through the toast)
His finger on the father
Who adumbrates the most
| Contributors: | Surlaw, Apsley. |
| Poem finished: | 11th May 2006 by loaf. |