Once I was lost in Norfolk mist
that dims the view of wherrymen,
grips you like a watery fist
and pulls you further to the fen.
I left her at the cottage door,
waving with her handkerchief;
it was the very last time she saw
me, my darling widowed wife.
But I still wander past the window,
dripping water from the fen,
cloaked in mist and weeping willow,
to catch a glimpse of her again.
I don’t know if she feels my presence,
I can only hope and pray;
until she does my evanescence
takes me from her every day.
I watch her sobbing in the kitchen
and follow her to the cemetery,
where she cleans the moss and lichen
from a stone beneath the willow tree.
But her loss is only momentary;
I know one day she will follow me.
Kim M. Russell, 4th May 2021
P. H. Emerson. A Misty Morning at Norwich, about 1890, found on nationalgalleries.org
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Exploring Narrative Voice
Ingrid is our guest host for this week’s Poetics, and she would like us to explore the role of narrative voice in poetry, not simply poet-as-narrator, but poet-as-creator of a fictional character with a strong narrative voice.
Ingrid reminds us of poets throughout literary history who have explored fictional narrative voice, such as Chaucer, with the examples of the Wife of Bath from the Canterbury Tales and Coleridge’s Ancient Mariner. She also mentions ‘My Last Duchess’ by Robert Browning and Stevie Smith’s ‘The River God’.