This didn’t befit him; he
who, if he had to die at all,
would rather have done so
for King and for country.
Although, in later years,
he would have plumped
for going peacefully
in his sleep...Not this way;
swaddled, like a child,
in hospital sheets, amidst
a folly of crimson roses;
between two worlds...
In limbo, like an oak
uprooted by the wind,
and falling, falling...
On his lips, an almost-smile;
in his mind’s eye, maybe,
it is summer outside. Girls
drift on by in scanty tops
or polka-dot frocks
as he brushes the hand of the pretty
young thing who brings his pills.
For form’s sake, naturally,
and in loving memory.
Comments
insertponceyfre... | June 11, 2012 - 18:00
as he brushes the hand of the pretty,
not sure you need that comma there. Lovely poem Tina!
Silver Spun Sand | June 11, 2012 - 18:28
Quite agree with you, insert...and thank you;-)
scratch | June 11, 2012 - 19:13
Insert is a stalwart on the grammar front thank goodness. Another lovely offering Siver.
Silver Spun Sand | June 11, 2012 - 19:19
Pleased you enjoyed, scratch. Insert surely is priceless;-)
Silver
scratch | June 11, 2012 - 19:30
Hi silver. You may have been over to my place and read "Barred Sine Die". If you have thanks for reading it, if you haven't please be aware in contains very bad language. It's very different from my other stuff and I would value your opinion - of course if it's not your thing and would rather not offer an opinion I completely understand.
Another great poem again from you here. Well done. 7:-)
sid | June 11, 2012 - 19:34
oh dear this is so sad but really beautiful, Silver
Florian | June 11, 2012 - 21:21
A very complete picture, exceptional.
Silver Spun Sand | June 11, 2012 - 22:14
Hi again, scratch;-) I shall take a look at said piece...and would be more than happy so to do. Watch this space, as they say;-)
Silver
Silver Spun Sand | June 11, 2012 - 22:14
Thanks, sid...more than you could know.
Silver
Silver Spun Sand | June 11, 2012 - 22:15
Pleased you thought so, Florian, and your thoughts more than valued and appreciated.
Tina
Esther | June 12, 2012 - 09:16
Wonderful, if sad, writing.Thank you
Silver Spun Sand | June 12, 2012 - 10:27
And thank you, Esther, very much;-)
Tina
hilary west | June 12, 2012 - 19:59
What a lovely nugget, a little gem!
ScoZen | June 12, 2012 - 21:48
Dear Sand Lady.
Hilary has said it for me.
Kind regards.
Silver Spun Sand | June 13, 2012 - 07:49
I love lovely nuggets, hilary. And am pleased you liked this;-) Many thanks.
SSS
Silver Spun Sand | June 13, 2012 - 07:51
Hi there, ScoZen;-)
Many thanks. Hope life is treating you kindly.
Sand Lady;-)
Shannan | June 13, 2012 - 13:43
Just been in a similar place with my grandad... hoping we all have beautiful memories when we get there :-) thanks Silver
InspiredWriter | June 13, 2012 - 15:00
Can relate to this, and it is really wonderful, well done!
IWx
Silver Spun Sand | June 13, 2012 - 17:48
And I hope so too, Shannan, with all my heart. Many thanks for reading for sharing;-)
Silver
Silver Spun Sand | June 13, 2012 - 17:49
Thank you IW. Pleased it meant something to you.
SSS;-)
Shannan | June 14, 2012 - 07:44
Of course we will Silver, we are reminding our future selves right here :-)
Silver Spun Sand | June 14, 2012 - 08:53
Pleased to hear it Shannan;-)
MistakenMagic | June 16, 2012 - 13:00
That final stanza is just a pure knock-out, Tina! The poem has a shyness, a tranquillity about it which makes it all the more haunting. Well done on the well-deserved cherries ;-)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | June 16, 2012 - 15:11
Thanks, Magic. So pleased you enjoyed;-)
Tina xxx