The Scarf

 Shed

Stands

Rotting

He was happy there

Making things

Moving things around

The old sideboard

Once the designer piece

Of their front parlour

Cupboards either side

Warring and Gillow of course

Now resides

In the shed, its resting place

Once filled with Porcelain tea sets

And sterling silver cutlery

Drawers now overflow with

Ratchets, screwdrivers nails and more

Nails!

Even baseball hats

So far I've found nineteen

Pink gingham peg bag

Gathers dust on its coat hanger

Spider-webs shimmering across its wire frame

Time resplendent

In delicate

Silken thread

Now and again

He took her scarf from the drawer

And wore it proudly 

 Green and white with

Shamrocks in the corners

A present from their Grandaughter

A souvenir from Ireland

A place they had never visited.

 

"One day Mary" He used to say

"We'll go to Donegal"

The scarf became his

To wear, touch, smell

It went in the box with him

Along with her wedding ring

That I placed

On his little finger.

 

◄ Me mam

AN ODE TO DOREEN ►

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Jon

Sun 7th Jun 2015 22:09

Fantastic poem sis! Forgot about this one.

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Noetic-fret!

Mon 7th May 2012 22:14

I have to say christine, although well written, and fantastic imagery, I am struggling with how to interpret it with the use of the word 'box.' It kind of takes on a flippant meaning one would think a jilted wife would write of her dead husband. At least, that's what the last few lines imbue upon me.

still though, a good read whichever way one interprets the piece.

Stay well

Mike

x

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Lynn Dye

Mon 7th May 2012 15:25

I enjoyed this, Christine, well written imo. x

Graham Sherwood

Mon 7th May 2012 15:14

Christine this is a lovely piece. I love the idea of the posh cabinet (Waring and Gillow to give emphasis) being used as a tool box, priceless. How things once exulted can be reduced to more utilitarian form is a superb metaphor for many things.
I would keep the word box personally.

regards,

Graham

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Isobel

Mon 7th May 2012 11:20

Bugger - just wrote a long comment and then lost it when I tried to update... will paraphrase.

I like the memories you evoke. I think this will perform well. I find it really sad when people don't get to realise their dreams. x

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Yvonne Brunton

Sat 5th May 2012 19:20

I'm struggling with the lack of punctuation with this Christine. Should there be a full stop after moving things around? and

'Memories of Ireland

They had never been

A present from there Grandaughter' (ps - their)

I see the meaning but miss the syntax.


Also in line 2 the addition of 'I saw' would help to clarify who/ what is looking through the window.

I Love the bittersweet memories in the poem and the last 4 lines are so poignant.
Do you feel 'box' as a euphemism for coffin really works? For me it rather detracts from the serious emotion in this poem.XX

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