Corpse Road

Birch and Blackthorn, Hurst Grange Park, PenworthamWho’ll walk the corpse road back to me?
– ‘Revenants’ Andrew O’Riordan

Where spring brings hope to downy birch
And blossoms of stars to blackthorn trees
When the hunt is still as the final frosts
Who will walk the corpse road back to me?

Where spring brings hope to drunks of the woods
With the pale potential of anemone
When my court dance in dew where a man lay cold
Who will walk the corpse road back to me?

Where spring brings hope to primrose hills
But none to vagrants on city streets
When wills clash like I do with impudent rivals
Who will walk the corpse road back to me?

Where spring brings hope to prison gardens
For a watchful moment the condemned walk free
When to solitary confinement comes Annwn’s darkness
Who will walk the corpse road back to me?

Where spring brings hope to those who can see it
Yet Victorian cells of asylums scream
When dreams of my kind are derided as madness
Who will walk the corpse road back to me?

Where spring brings no hope and death is release
And no fusion of flowers can quench the pain
When souls are lost as my absent queen
Will you walk the corpse road back to me?

Lych Gate, St Mary's Church, Penwortham* Poem written in the voice of Gwyn ap Nudd, a British King of the dead and the fairies

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3 thoughts on “Corpse Road

  1. That;s a true and chilling poem of how hard it is for nature to return with the fickleness of the weather of late, even here where it was in the low F teens this am. Yes who will let Persephone, her bones stiff from a long winter in the cave, take your arm until her muscles grow stronger to help take the corpse road back to Spring? I will reblog this one ‘m lady.

  2. Reblogged this on Blau Stern Schwarz Schlonge and commented:
    That;s a true and chilling poem of how hard it is for nature to return with the fickleness of the weather of late, even here where it was in the low F teens this am. Yes who will let Persephone, her bones stiff from a long winter in the cave, take your arm until her muscles grow stronger to help take the corpse road back to Spring? I will reblog this one ‘m lady.

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