Sunday, 24 March 2013

Elegy for Piper by Taylor Graham

In the last days she was leaving
into the place old dogs go,

when love of master's hand and the daily
joys of walk and dinner bowl

become forgetful; 
when without wishing the ears

muffle over master's voice,
and curtains silver-glaze the eyes against 

daylight - painless 
but wandering from her life

into a new one without us. Solitary
unless every cell 

of fading body feels at its walls
the tremor - the soft pad 

of others on the far side, their heads 
lifted to an unworldly 

breeze that already 
bears to them her approaching, 

her remembered scent. 

Taylor Graham, California, USA


Crafty Green Poet said...

Taylor Graham is a volunteer search-and-rescue dog hander in the California Sierra. She's included in the anthologies Villanelles (Everyman's Library, 2012) and California Poetry: From the Gold Rush to the Present (Santa Clara University, 2004).

Owl Who Laughs said...

Sad and beautiful. A poignant song on a haunted harp.