Clive Culverhouse Poet Rhyme

The Ghost Of Roderow Hegg

He died in a sudden
in a world untamed
   and a burden
to his own flailing calmness
   yet nevertheless
       Hegg was dead

dead for her and for her
the earth, kingdoms, seas
   and all under
no more was her Roderow
   and though
      there somewhere

both, and at night both flew
the streets of the town
   heard of the two   
singing songs around headstones
   to tempt bones
      free, they flee

fun, they had fun
and play, Hegg still played
   alone never done
though she felt him around
   that creaking sound
      floorboard chords

his beloved now sat, left alone
lost while Roderow troubled
   ornaments at home
trying to get her attention
   or something
      she could feel

so through age and through love 
sweet candle, sweet flame they were
though they’d played in their frolic
but he was the witch, not her

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