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Passing Thoughts

 

I approached a cortege on the churchyard road,

a sombre-eyed crew in navy and black.

I hesitated. What was the form here?

Did I have to turn back?

I pressed on, regardless. I had pressing jobs to do.

So, I overtook the hard-faced retinue,

who had firmly fastened their iron masks,

maintaining the appropriate demeanour,

learned from the mountains of books and art.

Everyone well knew how to play their part,

A truism carefully applied, a kind word said.

 

Who’d be a doofus at a funeral?

They would rather be dead!

◄ Wild Strawberries

The Dare Devil Poet ►

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John Botterill

Thu 13th Apr 2023 21:28

Well, thanks, Stephen. That really is a coincidence. I didn't know Bergman had written and produced 'Wild Strawberries.' I thought my poem was the first work with this title! (who is the doofus now? Haha.
It's contributions like yours which makes WOL so great!
Cheers, John 👍

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 13th Apr 2023 16:56

Thanks, John. A rather nightmarish quality, so well described.
Isn't there a disturbing funeral scene in Bergman's Wild Strawberries? Maybe a link to your last piece!

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