Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Three Payments Away

The world turned slowly
last night. Shrouded
in bittersweet agony, clothed
in tarpaulin spread
upon concrete
pillows.

The world turned its head
as you slept and frost
gripped you in crooked
fingers, knuckles whitening
in blessed
despair.

Your audience a mangy dog –
teats dripping, fleas parting matted
fur, and the drunk
who pissed
in your doorway then staggered
to his comfy bed.

And the woman, creased
with time. Eyes kind and hand
outstretched
to tend the dog,
to feed and warm
yet leave you

to your final
dreamless
sleep.

© Carolyn Cornthwaite


Carolyn writes poetry, flash fiction, short stories and has almost completed the first draft of a novel. She dreams of Booker prizes and a life in France and blogs at http://wimpywriter.wordpress.com/

4 comments:

  1. This is very sad Carolyn, and you show that in a very touching way.
    The first two verses are particularly good.
    Well done.
    JL

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  2. Thank you JL - I felt I had to write a poem when I saw this story.

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  3. Carolyn, beautifully told and in such a way that gave such honour to the father. Every verse powerfully done, with lovely details that speak so much. Well done!!!

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  4. Thank you Mari, I really appreciate your comments.

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