It Was Midsummer

It was a funny thing

Because they were together

But they were divorced

And he was dying of a terminal disease,

Then she went away on holiday

And left him there

And he turned to me.


I gave him my phone number

Because I was always out

And he couldn't crawl along the corridor

To my place

For nothing.


He was thin,


I think he had a colostomy bag.

He was getting old

But not quite there yet.

And he was so critical and exacting

About the shopping I brought him.

Above all,

In spite of it all,

He was so . . . . . . . . masculine.


Strange he made me feel so special

In a telling-me-off kind of way.


He talked mostly about food.

He was starving

Because that thing inside him

Was getting all his food.

He talked about meals and restaurants

With all the desire of a lover.


One day after she returned from holiday

I stood by his opened window.

It was midsummer

But the sun was deceptive

With that summer wind that blows in suddenly

And he shivered and asked me to close it please.

The sirens from the police cars were screaming by,

This is no place to die, he said.


Three days later he died.

Funny, he had given me a freebie CD of old long ago hits

Which he had got from the newspaper.

He didn't have a CD player.

Get one soon, the nurse had said ominously,

Get one soon . . . . .


After he died I took out the CD,

One track was :

''Open up your heart

From the very start

Feel yourself a part

Of everylasting love . . . ..''


I dropped to the floor,

Crumpled in tears,

I loved him.

I did,

I loved him .

◄ The Unknown Soldier

Kenny And Arthur ►


Frances Macaulay Forde

Fri 5th Jan 2018 04:12

Yes, yes, yes - I agree with all comments again! Devastatingly good - made my throat constrict!

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Hannah Collins

Wed 22nd Nov 2017 21:47

Thank you Ray.
The poem is all true and hard to forget such a character.
The plight, the personality, the environment.
The emotion.


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Tue 21st Nov 2017 22:13

This makes me realize that truth can be stranger then fiction, and stronger . Your feeling for people seems to open up like a great chasm Hannah - I wonder if you are easy to reach . Forgive me asking but I am curious. Often we write of our own situations reflected through others.

Very compelling indeed.


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Hannah Collins

Tue 21st Nov 2017 15:35

Thanks so much for your comment Jon.

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Tue 21st Nov 2017 11:55

A captivating read Hannah. Drew me in completely.

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Hannah Collins

Mon 20th Nov 2017 20:53

Many thanks Beno and Mike, much appreciated.


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Hannah Collins

Mon 20th Nov 2017 20:51

Thank you so much Martin and Ryn, your comments are so encouraging.


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Martin Elder

Mon 20th Nov 2017 20:18

There is an overwhelming sense of reality in all of this not least imaging as I can a summers day and what was going on for both him and for you.


Mon 20th Nov 2017 12:22

You always write a good and touching poem. Love it.


<Deleted User> (18474)

Mon 20th Nov 2017 07:21

That was a very touching read Hannah. You are very talented.

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mike booth

Mon 20th Nov 2017 00:16

Lovely moving and intimate tone in this poem. The clear expression of mixed emotions once again.
Love it. M x

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