Judith Blatherwick

At The Window - Poem by Judith Blatherwick

'Are you ok? ' I hear the words,
But can't find a reply.
'Yes.' At last I answer.
I don't mean it, and I cry.

I'm not ok. I'm far removed.
For sometime overnight
A shadow fell across my world
Extinguishing your light.

'Goodbye' I whisper softly.
And I throw the window wide.
You said to do this so your soul
Would not be trapped inside.

I strain to see you as you leave.
I know that you're not there.
Yet I stand at the window
And my tears fall as I stare.

Above, the once bright stars grow dim.
I watch them as they pale.
Wispy clouds drift over
As the moon pulls down her veil.

Topic(s) of this poem: sadness

Poet's Notes about The Poem

My lovely mother died two years ago this weekend. This evening I was out walking when I noticed a wispy cloud drift over the moon. I remembered standing at the window that night watching the same thing. Mum believed a window must be opened when someone died to prevent their soul being trapped.

Comments about At The Window by Judith Blatherwick

  • Moira Cameron (9/17/2016 3:32:00 PM)

    ...doors ajar and candle-light, and torches burnin' clear... This is a line from an ancient Scottish ballad. It refers to the belief that if one leaves a door (or a window, I suppose) open with a candle burning or light on while a body is lying in wake, then its spirit will be set free of the body. I appreciate you sharing this anniversary with us through verse. (Report) Reply

    Judith Blatherwick Judith Blatherwick (9/18/2016 1:34:00 AM)

    Thank you Moira. I grew up just south of the Scottish/English border and there were many things to be done following a death. Two others were to stop the clocks in the house and cover mirrors or turn them to face the wall. The first was so that the soul did not feel rushed to leave. The second was so that the grief was not reflected back on mourners.

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  • Annette Aitken (9/11/2016 8:40:00 AM)

    What saddness you share with us..your mother would be so proud of you...a lovely sentiment about the window....
    a beautifful write Judith and I feel your pain...

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    Judith Blatherwick Judith Blatherwick (9/11/2016 9:04:00 AM)

    Thank you Annette. Sadly we all have to go through it. In the case of some people, too often and too soon.

  • Kelly Kurt (9/10/2016 6:51:00 PM)

    We all know the pain and or know someone going through it and never can find the right words to express what our heart truly feels. Even two years does little to diminish the loss. Keep thinking of your mother, say her name out loud, and keep her alive. I am sending a trans-Atlantic hug. : -) (Report) Reply

    Judith Blatherwick Judith Blatherwick (9/11/2016 1:02:00 AM)

    Thank you Kelly. A hug is always appreciated x

  • (9/10/2016 4:05:00 PM)

    What a sad and beautiful memorial to your mother. I had a strange experience too and I'll tell you about it in a message. A deeply loving poem, one of the best I've ever read on PH. In my favourites' list. Loved it. (Report) Reply

    Judith Blatherwick Judith Blatherwick (9/10/2016 4:36:00 PM)

    Thank you so much Tom. I guess because mum is at the front of my mind just now the cloud over the moon made that memory quite sharp tonight.

  • Robert Murray Smith (9/10/2016 4:01:00 PM)


    A very fine poem. Thank you for sharing.

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    Judith Blatherwick Judith Blatherwick (9/10/2016 4:32:00 PM)

    Thank you very much Robert.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 10, 2016

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