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| Azra Tuba Demir |
A MAN FOR ALL SEASONS
He was unique, his old trousers
tied up with string,
One long thumbnail, grown
to untie knots in binder twine.
Horse whisperer, sheepdog trainer,
pig breeder, cattleman.
Out in the fields, fence mending,
reading the cloud runes.
Watching leaden skies,
prepared for the sullen face of the winter solstice
Dark, threatening, Saint Lucy’s Day,
One light in the mothy darkness.
Deep drifts, a mid-winter wilderness.
Yet he was cutting logs for bright kitchen fires,
Rich blazing flames of orange, red to challenge
the resolute, primeval darkness.
Soaked by rain, hair thatched with snow,
His soul lies beneath the frozen plough,
awaiting another Spring!
© Sarah Das Gupta
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| Sarah Das Gupta |
Sarah Das Gupta is an 82-year-old, handicapped poet from Cambridge, UK. She started writing poetry in 2022 after an accident that has prevented her from walking more than a few metres. Her work has been published in over twenty countries. Writing has enabled her to travel and communicate with many people through words.
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