The Castle’s ancient stones had seen it all,
until today’s event. Glittering gold
insignia contrasts with the forest green
of the no-nonsense Land Rover designed
by the Duke to bear his coffin safely home.
The family procession recalls Lowry scenes,
their black, stick shapes anonymous via
long-distance lenses, their measured funereal
pace relentless in the day’s brash sun.
They seat the bird-like figure of the Queen,
her loneliness emphatic, flanked by empty
space. Her black Covid mask protects her
from the burden of our sympathetic gaze.
The Service music starts with four lone singers
who saturate St George’s Chapel’s heights
with echoing sound. The organ ushers in
‘Eternal Father’, sung heartfelt as never
before by the tiny royal congregation.
The Blessing over, we’re too moved to notice
that the Queen has quietly slipped away.
Author: Dr Diana Swann, written on Saturday, 17 April, 2021 "using iambic pentameters like Shakespeare’s blank verse…… "