Marion's hairbrush

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from the ABC set Parson Thru II

Blackened silver plate
and matted bristles
stare accusingly
from foetid water
in the shared recycling bin

The tarnished deco body
lies unwanted, filthy
and defiled
among rejected plastic bags
and bottle lids

Conveniently dumped
by relatives
Marion’s hairbrush sits
embarrassing as a turd
that wouldn’t flush

Suddenly the tragedy
leans in upon me
Everything we care for dies with us
What’s left amounts
to little more than junk

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Comments

sue dinum | June 27, 2012 - 22:42

I thought this was very good, PT, and novel too. Creating something out of the mundane... it's quite something! Nicely turned.

Trev

Indrani Ananda | June 28, 2012 - 00:49

Indrani Ananda

This is a very astute poem, Parson. Far too often it's the way things are, the tragedy of a discarded unknown life in most cases. Thanks for sharing.

Indrani

Parson Thru | June 28, 2012 - 01:32

Thanks Trev. Thanks Indrani. Just seems sad somehow. A lifetime neatly arranged on a dressing-table to end like that. Makes you think.

Parson Thru | June 28, 2012 - 07:33

Wow! Thank you eds. Hope this contains sufficient of what you enjoy seashore!

Rigel | June 28, 2012 - 11:31

I admire the 'grittiness' of this, Parson, very much.

Rigel

Sooz006 | June 28, 2012 - 14:29

Wow, this is so sad. Life ends, or a relationship ends and all the things that were just there, never really noticed, get dealt with and cast aside and forgotten, like some people, who aren't loved enough to be remembered. Some people don't have many things, and some of us don't have many people.

I liked this, it touched me and made me think again of my isolated funeral, which is a frequent morbid obsession of mine. It made me melancholy, which is fantastic because it elicited an emotional response.

sue dinum | June 28, 2012 - 18:44

Certainly does, your poem was thought-provoking to say the least and I hope you didn't take my first comment the wrong way when I mentioned the mundane. I realise now that was a poor way of putting things when your piece was so poignant and full of pain. I should have said that the mundaneness of the scene you described intensified the overall sense of loss and pain you were feeling. I do hope you'll forgive me. I thought your poem was excellent.

And as you now have the cherries too... well done!

Trev

Parson Thru | June 28, 2012 - 19:10

Thank you Rigel. It's the way it is. Thanks Sooz. Solitude and a lonely death are unfortunate bedfellows. Went to a funeral like that once. Not sure about the positives of living to a very old age. Trev, thank you. I didn't take it that way at all but thanks for caring. Lovely comments, thank you all. I saw this nearly a week ago, but the image or the sadness of it just stuck in my head. Thank goodness for writing.

scratch | June 29, 2012 - 23:18

Nice parsons. So succinct and so pertinent. Sometimes you read somrething and you just know that the overarching truth and quality is there. It is undeniably there in this case. A wonderful piece that you've written here, one to be proud of and congratulations on the cherries, this one's worth a punnet.

Denzella | June 30, 2012 - 06:16

Hello Parson,

Yes, it is poignant, sad and gritty but mostly, for me, truthful. Your treatment of something, seemingly, so mundane, is clever and concise.

Thanks for this one...I think I might have learned something.

Moya

Parson Thru | June 30, 2012 - 21:25

Thank you scratch and Moya. So glad that you enjoyed it. I think we all have the affliction. Can't just turn Coronation St on and forget about it.

Parson Thru | June 30, 2012 - 21:27

Impatient clicking. Good job it wasn't my credit card.

scratch | June 30, 2012 - 21:35

5:-@

the unfolding head | July 1, 2012 - 08:42

really love this one! made my morning, really has

Parson Thru | July 1, 2012 - 19:36

Edvard Munch, scratch? Brilliant! He needn't have wasted all that time. ;)

Parson Thru | July 1, 2012 - 19:37

Made my evening. Really has!