The Scent of Afterwards
Sudden out of nowhere
The shocking news arrives
Time's stricken rope is severed here
Snapped threads will never meet again
The clock will not run backwards
Though begging would have it so
Anguish's scorching arrow
Just zinged right through the air
And scored a loud bullseye
Twanging Never never never
Like mad lamenting Lear
Now ever all the livelong days
Will wear the scent of afterwards
Dreadfully and always
Quite other than before
Brighton June 25th 2009
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This is very powerful Sally!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI wrote it, Pam, after being woken in the middle of the night by someone shouting 'Michael Jackson's dead!' and although that news wasn't so traumatic for me it reminded me of receiving other news and that feeling of wanting to stop the awful words from being said.
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