I’m Still Here Now

I came upon a silent spot.

The road was hedged; the trees behind were high.

The sun winked once, then left the catatonic sky,

And roses came from Hades with their wounds,

<a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Source</a>

And mouths were dry.

I wetted mine, I cried

Between the battled boughs and leaf-inserried trees,

But all I heard were echoes,

Echoes, echoes, these, and then I saw

A vision in that silent spot.

I knew I saw a warrior-girl.

Her hair was dark, her eyes were fire

Carved out of furious indignation and desire.

I stared. I hardly knew the place

<a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Source</a>

So wild and furious was I to pursue that face!

“You fool!” she shouted.

<a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Source</a>

In the shivering acres, vines

Were falling, knotting, falling.

She had gone! “I’ll get

Revenge!” I shouted; “I will not forget.”

I’m still here now (so many months go by).

The violets bloom.

I bend across their pools. I watch

My face. It faces me.

I contemplate no chase.

(from a collection of poems called “The Light Of Day” to be published towards the end of this year)


What do you think?

Written by Jonathan Finch


  1. This is a wonderful but somehow “dark” poem. The banner black and white banner image is almost a perfect profile of my son whom I haven’t seen for several years since he moved to UK. Is it someone you know?