Sunday, 30 August 2015


A friend gave me this little frog which had died leaping out of life and moved him to write this perfect epitaph...

Freeze dried dead in mid leap -
leathery thing found in the grass
where once it died and had its being.
Behind in flight those lengthy legs
tapering into reptile's wings -
all flesh gone, wrinkled skin drawn tight.
Little misericord dark with age -
your arms like mine bring hands together
across a mummy's empty chest -
fine fingers intertwine and clasp
in supplication. Your eyes
are closed as if at prayer. Leap on
in faith my frog, and leave -
leave earth and water far behind.
May I die like you, still to live on
with no assumptions, in full flight.

Dr. Richard Westcott