Is there any greater love
By Parson Thru
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Is there any greater love
than a mother’s for her child?
A commotion on the platform
Piercing shriek
A woman’s voice raised in answer
Hair neat and shoulder-length
Greying
Respectable, you’d say
She wore a simple coat
Light in colour
Satchel bag across her shoulder
Gentle and intelligent
I read her face
She held his wrists up high
A tableau of love's tragedy
Her eyes desperately
searched to catch his gaze
He bolted once again
Animal-like
a surge of adolescent strength
She fought him
with her arms
Steady voice of calm command
He reared and whinnied
nostrils flared
A young rebellious colt
Eyes, rolling sideways
meeting hers – pleading
in the language that they shared
He lunged again
her satchel twisting awkwardly
She spoke his name
His arms lowered
turning to the train he issued one more cry
I watched her tension ease
The years have etched
upon her face
an outline of her soul
Lord, is there any greater love
than this woman’s for her child?
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It's a lovely narrative image
It's a lovely narrative image. It feels a bit out of time though, and the language is a little unstable in that the comparative imagery uses intense vocabulary that is a little dissonnant with the stoic reserve of the main image.
Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.
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I like that you've pushed
I like that you've pushed this quiet heroine into the limelight.
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