Lindsay Kemp died
And with him
A torn piece of time
From the quilt of
Those rare beings who are irreplaceable
I wonder at, the length of a life
Seeing some eek out forever
Living fossils unable to pass
Whilst others seem more
Moth to flame
Their brightest extraordinary
The arc to eventual dim
We all perish
But some burn so bright when alive
Even in death they ecclipse
It is those extraordinary beings
We cleave to and covet
For in our own search for meaning
They fulfill the dark spaces of our need
Like arrows pointing to starlight
We dance when they come into our orbit
With the flow of children
In the witness of wonder
Lyndsey Kemp died
Images in my mind whirl
Of a young Kate Bush dancing
My own outstretched hands in ballet theater
As he strode poised and strong backed across stage
Like he owned and bequeathed
All the oxygen in the house
And indeed he did
Indeed he did
15 Replies to “In the witness of wonder”
Wonderful honouring of an extraordinary creature indeed 🙏🏼
They’re dancing among the stars. Well, not Kate Bush, but you know who I mean.
They are special, those artists who earn such tribute as this.
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TheFeatheredSleep remembers an extraordinary artist.
You are amazing, love.
If Kate did I’d hurl myself after! 😉
“They fulfill the dark spaces of our need”. I adore this. We thrive on these souls. Beautifully penned as usual.
A wonderful eulogy
Yes do true
She may well end up there. There are worse ways to finish up 🙂
Stunning poem. Cleave and covet is a great pairing, since cleave can mean “join together” as well as “cut apart.” And coveting is more than envy… it’s a zero-sum wanting to take away what someone else has. Lots here to untangle, Candice. Well done.
Beautiful poem. The light shone by people… it is beautifully expressed.
A wonderful tribute to a talented artiste!
Indeed, there is no rhyme nor reason why some miserable souls seem to live forever, making others’ lives as miserable as their own, oft times, while those cherished among humanity too often fizzle out oh so early. Maybe that is so that we will love and cleave to the dearest with greater passion while they’re among us. Yet, I doubt that. Too often they vanish before we recognize how dear they are.
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