Mike Green
On the anniversary of Mike’s death, one I wrote at the time. His funeral was wonderful – typical of the man himself. And it’s fitting that it should be my last sub for a while.
My pal Mike passed beyond sight today. Anything I might say at present would sound trite, so:
Mike Green wore a coat
of many colours.
A Harlequin costume,
whose rough diamonds,
blazed a comet’s tale
across his broad horizon.
I speak in the hyperbole
we shared. His writing flashes;
flared across a sky
without a heaven.
His world without
Biblical end. And yet?
depend on it – He’s somewhere
in the firmament.
Jousting with the troubadors;
entering the tournament;
scrapping with the scribes…
Jim Archibald, July 05, 2018 at 11:06PM
I don’t have the skills to comment on poetry but having met Mike a few years ago, you’ve captured his persona in your words.
A fine man and writer; I always enjoyed reading his work.
Hear, hear.
Hi Jim – Wonderful eulogy
Quite a tribute really. Very fine indeed. Doesn’t need my comment for certain …