Dull Familiar Drumming
Sir - It was with surprise, and pleasure, to see Ruth Dudley Edwards begin her column (Sunday Independent, September 3) by reprinting some lines of my 1991 poem, The Dull Familiar Drumming.
The clatter of pieces of clay hitting the coffin of a loved one is surely the loneliest sound. Second only to the eternal silence of never hearing their voice again.
For 30 plus years in our recent past this sound has reverberated in our Northern counties. I include Louth in this landscape.