Marion's hairbrush

Cherry

By Parson Thru

Wed, 27 Jun 2012
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16 comments
 

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

Certificate PG
Poem
Parson Thru II
Miscellaneous

Comments

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

TVR

Submitted by Indrani Ananda on
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

Indrani Ananda

Submitted by Parson Thru on
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

Submitted by TVR on
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

TVR

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Wow! Thank you eds. Hope this contains sufficient of what you enjoy seashore!

Parson Thru

Submitted by Rigel on
I admire the 'grittiness' of this, Parson, very much. Rigel

Submitted by Sooz006 on
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.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on
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.

Parson Thru

Submitted by scratch on
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.

 

Submitted by Denzella on
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
 

Submitted by Parson Thru on
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

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Impatient clicking. Good job it wasn't my credit card.

Parson Thru

Submitted by scratch on
5:-@

 

Submitted by the unfolding head on
really love this one! made my morning, really has

ddf

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Edvard Munch, scratch? Brilliant! He needn't have wasted all that time. ;)

Parson Thru

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Made my evening. Really has!

Parson Thru