This week’s poems are by Gillian Cunningham and Gillian Fisher.
THE FUN IN FUNERAL
Aunt Louise was wearing black Dulcie’s dress a sedate dove grey, this was a very solemn affair on a dull and drizzly day. It was for Uncle Charlie a character it has to be said, he worked hard all of his life to keep his family clothed and fed. The sandwiches were made there was sherry, coffee and tea, music too, in keeping all that a wake should be. But something strange was happening with smiles and laughter loud, an air of fun and happiness among this exuberant crowd. What was going on? It soon became quite clear, Uncle Charlie was having a rehearsal not dead, very lively and still here.
DISTINGUISH THEM BY SONG
Small, olive-brown birds fly with chiff-chaffs, departing from Africa to us. Their differences are hard to tell; a novice birdwatcher makes a gaffe – they’re not all alike – and a plus is awarded to him, in the dell. He hears soft runs of notes descending. They’re willow warblers’ whereas chiff-chaffs’ recital is mere repetition of those birds’ own name comprehending as much as the cuckoo’s. Not of the riff-raff is the willow warbler, on his summer mission.