The Woman in White

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Thu, 17 Sep 2015
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They paid their last respects – 
laid tulips on the new-dug grave 
of the vicar’s late wife.
 
He’d appeared to take it 
all in his stride.  Lead
the Sunday sermon,
as ever.
 
God moved in mysterious ways – 
invited his flock to say a prayer
for her;
 
two months wed...
struck down in her prime – 
a thrombosis, the cause,
the coroner ruled.
 
 Evensong they found him,
slumped across a pew.  
 
Her picture in bridal gown
in dainty, silvered frame
on the seat beside him.
 
In his cold hands’ lectern,
 a bible, and tucked between
its pages, a slip of paper...
 
‘Lord, forgive me. Disrespect
unintended, but, you see, it seems 
I lost the plot somewhere...
 
between, ‘Our Father 
who Art in Heaven...’, 
and, ‘Amen’.
Certificate 12
Poem
Silver Spun Sand Poems
Spiritual
Love

Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

All of the power of a tightly wrought story in a poem.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, Philip

 

Submitted by rayjones on

Why is the question, heartbreaking poem, why is the question Adam's fall is the answer, it's just that simple andjust that brutal, great poem hits hard just where it needs to

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Sincere thanks to you, ray, for sharing your thoughts.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

I agree with Philip. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Bee...thank you.

Tina

 

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

Sad... but amusing... all in one!!

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you for your thoughts, Terry.

Tina