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  • CHARITY

    The gusts of wind, that fling the scattered rain

    against the panes and flail the eucalyptus –

    which jerks as if a frantic, shaken doll –

    are lowing in the chimney like an owl.

    I draw the curtains as the twilight goes,

    switch on the laptop and begin to write,

    thinking of those who are without – homeless,

    hungry, thirsty – no more than a mile

    let alone a continent away.

    Though giving assuages, on stormy,

    desperate nights, survivor’s guilt intrudes

    like a draught. Can we only save, at best,

    ourselves and not the world?

     

     

     


    5 responses to “CHARITY”


    1. Ian Craine Avatar
      Ian Craine

      A lovely poem, David, complemented by the final one. The eucalpytus ‘jerking like a frantic shaken doll’ is a deft image.

    2. Adrian Ackroyd Avatar
      Adrian Ackroyd

      Good! Reminded me of the need to pollard one of the eucalyptuses in the back garden this spring!

      1. David Selzer Avatar

        And they say poetry has no practical value.

    3. John Huddart Avatar
      John Huddart

      Thanks, Ian, for pointing out the thematic link in this carefully selected quintet. As a starting point, this explores an aspect of the old simile “as cold as charity.” And you can hear David’s mother saying, “You do what you should”, if she had such doubts.

    4. Tricia Avatar
      Tricia

      Survivor’s guilt – I know it well. That eucalyptus image is most powerful

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