To Maeve

Mervyn Peake

 You walk unaware
 Of the slender gazelle
 That moves as you move
 And is one with the limbs
 That you have.

 You live unaware
 Of the faint, the unearthly
 Echo of hooves
 That within your white streams
 Of clear clay that I love

 Are in flight as you turn,
 As you stand, as you move,
 As you sleep, for the slender
 Gazelle never rests
 In your ivory grove.

Commentary

That Peake wrote this poem for his wife just tugs at my heart. He died in 1968 at the age of 57. He was best known for The Gormenghast Trilogy, an unusual gothic romance set in the sprawling castle of Gormenghast whose ridiculous rituals echo a Kafkaesque nightmare and whose absurd characters seem to have strayed from Dickens. Also quite noted for his paintings and illustrations, he was a brilliant poet whose haunted poems share the same peculiar brilliance as his prose. He married fellow artist Maeve Gilmore, the woman who would become the centre of his life and imagination. Amongst his friends were Dylan Thomas and Graham Greene.

I discovered the poetry of Mervyn Peake soon after devouring “The Gormenghast Trilogy”. That was about 25 years ago; his poetry continues to hold a place in my heart.

— Elaine


The Wondering Minstrels, poem #1488 · 29 March 2004

Guest poem submitted by Elaine Campbell

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