Grief in faces — The Feathered Sleep

As a child I was acutely aware of grief in faces my grandmother staring into forest as they carried my grandfather’s suicide aloft, tarpaulin sagging where he gave up his struggle grief when my mother bowed her head at the foot of my bed telling me she was leaving, never to return you can’t claim…

Grief in faces — The Feathered Sleep


  1. Thank you for sharing such a poignant elegy for the Queen. I was particuarly moved by the part about her lying in state as her final act of service to her country and its people.

  2. I read this the other day when you posted. I commented at the time, but perhaps I didn’t hang around long enough to see whether it worked or not!
    What a lovely poem.

    The images of Paddington discussing marmalade sandwiches with the queen will remain in our minds for always. It was a brilliant sketch!

    The other day Joshua had a marmalade sandwich day with his class, what a super idea!

    Tomorrow Joshua (an excellent cake maker) is making a marmalade cake to be consumed with our post funeral lunch.

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