The Courier & Advertiser (Fife Edition)
Ghostly echoes of times past
Craigie’s coverage of a Crieff-based author’s revealing insights into our countryside’s largely hidden past has sparked a lyrical response from Thomas Brown.
David Cowan’s account of ancient ritualised goings-on at the path leading east out of the Strathearn town, known as Spoke Road or Death Road, rang familiar with Bankfoot man Thomas, who has been inspired to write a poem on the archaic subject.
He explains: “In a most recent item, David Cowan, such an expert on the fascinating subject of standing stones, earth energies, ley lines, etc, refers also to coffin roads, and refers to one in his own area of Crieff.
“As David says, coffin roads were and are found all over the UK and I know of a few. As I followed traces of one it caused my poetic pen to pay homage of solemn past events such paths knew.”
His untitled verse reads as follows...
“The crow sits on the branch
“As a snowflake hits his eye,
“And down the coffin road
“A cortege he does spy.
“His eyes watch with piercing glare
“As the minister ahead
“Reads from his book of prayer, “Words to the dead.
“The small procession passes,
“A few heard to sing,
“And the crow gives a croak
“And takes to the wing.
“The coffin road, oh coffin road “Leads to the kirkyard gate,
“It is journey’s end,
“It is for all our fate.
“The snowflakes dance
“From a heavy laden sky,
“The bell rings the solemn hour,
“The place of rest is nigh.
“Long since such happened
“The old road is no more,
“Just a few traces
“Within the valley floor.
“But the crow’s still there
“On the old fence posts,
“But on the coffin road
“All that’s left is ghosts.”