June 18, 2012

Quiet Place by Eira Needham

The apple tree stoops; 
a shady embrace -- 
Sheba sleeps beneath. 

I whispered goodbye 
in November’s gloom, 
knew she would fade 
before crimson streaked the sky. 

When the garden’s ablaze 
with crocuses and daffodils, 
her bed is confettied
in apple blossoms. 
A throw of snow flakes 
warms her in winter. 

I sense her still 
bounding up to greet me, 
collar medallion jingling. 

When the house is hushed 
I sometimes see her sleeping 
in a dark corner. 

Her aura never left; 
under the fruit trees 
is her favourite quiet place.

Eira Needham was born in Seven Sisters, a small mining village in South Wales. She has lived most of her life in Birmingham UK and began writing poetry in 2002. Her Poetry is eclectic and has been published in print and online. Recent publications include Touch, the Journal of Healing, West Ward Quarterly, Cyclamen and Swords and Green Silk.


  1. Another wonderful poem at Red Poppy by a name that rings no bell. But this one by a writer from Wales and the other from a couple of days ago by the young lady from the Philippines have been quite moving in rhythm and diction and love of language. Wonderful to read.

  2. Lovely poem! "When the garden’s ablaze / with crocuses and daffodils, / her bed is confettied / in apple blossoms" is such a wonderful image!