Today, for the first time on this blog, we have a guest entry from Margaret Bowdler. Margaret and I met on a CARM (Christian Arts Retreat Movement) Poetry, painting and prayer retreat in the summer. As you will see from the brief profile below, Margaret has written a considerable amount of poetry and I will include further contributions from her from time to time. Information about CARM retreats can be found at www.carmretreats.org/
Margaret Bowdler has been writing poetry since her teens. Retirement and the family leaving home has allowed her to be much more productive in recent years. Margaret has had poems published in magazines and two anthologies. She has also published two collections of her work. In collaboration with a musician, Margaret has written the words to anthems published by Kevin Mayhew Publishing. Margaret lives in Leamington Spa with husband John.
Time
The universal clock keeps ticking,
Clockwork planets circle the sun.
Ancient rocks with wrinkled faces,
Tell of turbulent times long gone.
Fading footprints of the past lie buried,
Deep in earth’s dark layers.
Rhythmic seasons on the drum of life
Roll round for the strolling players.
“Time like an ever rolling stream
bears all its sons away”
So sing the strained old soldiers’ voices,
On a cold remembering November day.
Cleric reads from the big black book,
“There’s a time to be born and a time to die.”
Time stands still,
Time can fly.
© Margaret Bowdler
If you enjoyed this poem by Margaret, you may also enjoy Sea Space which she has written too.
If you enjoyed this poem by Margaret, you may also enjoy Sea Space which she has written too.
