Testament
 
I tried to catch a falling star –
it got me in the teeth
all those years (wherever they are)
were not a net beneath
 
The devil’s foot is sticky and black
my dilemma’s horns are cleft
the mermaids frolic out the back
while I wallow here, bereft.
 
Those close to me fall on their knees
beseeching what gods there be:
that my last hours bring them (and me)
a break from poetry.
 
Mary Cresswell

 
If you have any thoughts about this poem,  Mary Cresswell would be pleased to hear them