Hymn of Comfort by Eira Needham

Hymn of Comfort

Though countless years have lapsed, I still perceive
your sparkle in September brume. If wilting,
I’m replenished when I catch your lilting
voice or 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.

by Eira Needham

Editor’s Note: This sonnet uses the form to weave memory into an ode of remembrance.


3 responses to “Hymn of Comfort by Eira Needham”

  1. JojoBean Avatar

    This is lovely, beautiful… <3

  2. kthderengowski Avatar

    Quite wonderful!

  3. David Ira Fox Avatar
    David Ira Fox

    Lovely poem, Eira. I’ve seen some of your other poems in past issues of “WestWard Quarterly”, as well.

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