Hymn of Comfort
Calon Lan is a Welsh Hymn my mother (and grandmother) used to sing to me when I was a child.
Though countless years have lapsed, I still perceive
your sparkle through September brume. If wilting
I’m replenished, when I catch your lilting
voice and feather-touch upon my sleeve.
Refreshing, like a west-wind through the yews
in dog days heat, your peony perfume
revitalizes, wafting round my room.
When tossed in sleepless waves, all thoughts askew,
I hear familiar strains of Calon Lan,
then drift into a soporific cave,
discovering the tranquil pool I crave.
As timbres linger, threads begin to darn
the frayed perimeters of life’s debris,
repair my yearning for your company.
© capricorn 2023
This brought tears to my eyes. How precious those memories are and how comforting to escape into reverie too. I can relate although my Mum is still with us, a part of her is gone forever.
Very poignant indeed.
I often think of your Mum, Alison, as I know the situation. Where would we be without our memories. Memories of my Mum singing ‘Calon Lan’ has often brought me great comfort.
So beautiful. Sue.
Nice sonnet. More of these would be good for the site.