Once we made the mistake of arriving too early. Stan was still cleaning the spiral staircase which was at the centre of their house and led up to his study. This gave me a whole new insight into the routines of which we had gradually become a part. My poem ‘Caledon Ceremonies’, first published in Stanley Middleton at 80, endeavours to capture something of these routines and the special conversations that we shared. I feel honoured to have known him.
(for Stanley Middleton)
Cleaning the stairs is one such ritual.
Fridays at an appointed hour,
accompanied by choral works or fine piano,
you step away from each polished riser
shifting slowly in your spiral
away from the domed light,
away from the place where people’s lives untangle,
back into more public spaces.
Down here new books and correspondences,
manuscripts from old friends
vie for scrutiny, shelf room.
Faces, days and conversations,
Peg’s Paper and St. Paul
linger in the chuckle of memory,
seize their moment to
hold your audience again.