Beneath winter's fallen skies

Simple words

Winter with its fallen skies
and cold, dank, heavy air
makes misery (which loves misery)
a much easier cross to bear,
for the audience at the open grave,
for the faces in the hearse,
for the sombre suited "eloquents"
as they read their sombre verse.
For the diggers, bearers, celebrants,
for the mourners as they cry,
death more apt, more doleful
beneath a winter's fallen sky

Reviews

[Vertigo Cat1111]

First off, the title was completely amazing, a perfect title to grab attention. It sounds so full of wonderful wordings and metaphors and the contents inside don’t disappoint! Even for someone who loves gray and white and coldness, the winter can be dark even then. But there’s a sort of light that summer doesn’t have and this poem still captured that. Thank you for sharing!

[Gee]

Thank you kindly. It is always good to receive lovely comments more so from our peers :))

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think we should just reverse it....let's be miserable in summer and joyful and smiling through the snow and rawness of winter. I always marvel at how people are so sweet to each other on Christmas Eve....always wishing good holiday and smiling, yet the day after Christmas we would slice each other's throat...or worse just ignore each other. I have always thought we should have 364 Christmas Eves and then just have one day on which we snub our noses at each other.
In William Carlos Williams' poem "The widow's lament in Springtime" the title is so Ironic...as is the sadness of the poem with all of the flowers the widow knows are there, but ignores.
Your poem reminds me somewhat of that poem with shades of Shakespeare's poem "Winter."
j.

[Gee]

I think Christmas is the only time that the folk sleeping rough actually get "seen" by the masses as they struggle past overloaded with gifts not needed and alcohol induced guilt.
Love this review.
Thank you Jacob

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Aw a dreary soulful wintry feel poem bunching funerals and cold weather. Gray winter skies do look gloomy as your awesome muse says. Kudos!

[Gee]

Thank you SZK

[Ken Simm.]

Strangely I've never been to a funeral in the sunshine. It is usually raining. This sums up what a lot of feel at such events whatever the outside weather. Like the song said,'Always rainiing inside'. Tightly and movingly written.

[Gee]

Apologies for not replying to your comment.
Thank you Ken

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, the gray skies and chill of winter lend themselves to darker feelings. You describe people at a funeral....watching the casket fall and listening to the eulogies. All written in such wonderful rhythm and rhyme. Good one, Gee. Lydi*

[Gee]

Thank you Lydia

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

In my 56 years I have attended about five funerals in that time. All of them with the exception of one was on a day just as you describe in this poem. Only my father's funeral was on a hot bright sunny day. The others were overcast dreary and somber. Despite the dark theme this was written very well, Gee.

[Gee]

It's so much easier to be sad and down when the weather is not good :)Thanks Carlos.
Hope you are well

[Chris Shaw]

Some would say you have to have a dull, wet day for a funeral. That adds to the ambience of the mournful occasion. I like my funerals blue sky and sunny. That tells me, they are in a happier place. Nice piece Gee. You know simple does it for me. Why make a poem complicated. Happy Sunday.

Chris

[Gee]

Happy Sunday back at you :))
Thanks Christine.
Hope you are all well