Last Rites

DSC02934(a love poem)

When I am gone,

take up your kitchen broom,

sweep three stars down

from the cobwebbed sky.

Place the first in my coffin;

its bleach-bright light

will suffuse my guttered flame,

waken life’s soiled toil

to the tear-dried home,


Place the second

in my tended garden,

where my gardener

will look for me,

where it started.

Place the last on a chain

around your neck;

wear it as a sacrament

of the lights we kindled.

Then when the stars

tumble from the sky

at the end, our shining

will illuminate scars on

love’s invincible face.

from ‘The Call of the Unwritten’

Written by

Adrian G R Scott lives in the Rivelin Valley, Sheffield, he is a poet , writer and amateur photographer. For more He has studied theology, organisation development and is now working on a PhD in English and Creative Writing at Sheffield University. He has written two books of poetry, one of prose and edited a collection of Poetry by the two writing groups he facilitates. After suffering a breakdown in 2014 he has undergone Jungian Analysis for the last two years. He also facilitates Rites of Passage for men and is fascinated by the stories and poetry that come from holy scriptures, fairy tales and other major world religions. He is especially interested in how we find our way through the world with the help of such stories and poems. ​ His books are available at Buy Books

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