Widow Porter and her dog!

A look at lonliness and love of a widowed woman.

The Widow Porter clips shut her gate.

It's 8am and she's never late.

The doggie walk compelled to tred

Has never missed her cooling bed.

 

Dog leash gripped ; two miles to go

Out in all weathers, rain, wind and snow!

She turns left at Rudyard's Style,

Over Marchmont Heath, another mile.

 

Keeping on the gravel track,

Past larch woods and the boating shack.

Lonely thoughts like coffin boards

She thrusts away with  'Poop Scoop' swords.

 

Then at  the public, dog's mess, bin.

The widow drops a bag straight in.

Now off the track, the street's in sight.

It's done!  The doggy sacrifice.

 

Now she's back at cottage gate.

Mind moved and memories agitate!

Wet tears teeming on her cheeks

Of course her dog's been dead for weeks!

 

Yet she must walk the memory trail

Till blindness, death or body fail! 

Reviews

[Thurston]

I must agree with Carina. We understand exactly what Ron is writing about. It is a narrative poem without great pretensions yet manages to have us understanding this "lost" owner. At first we don't know that her dog has passed on to Doggy Heaven and we follow her energetic and come-hell-or-high-water
daily odyssey with her dog with some humour, indeed slightly mocking her doggy ways. But this becomes pathos as we realise the lead is empty, her dog has died, yet she remakes her life with her dog by following the paths of yesteryear.
Memories are very evocative weapons a poem can muster and Ron uses them deftly, not with sentimentality, but in a rather refreshing way. I'm with Carina on this one. Lovely poem, Ron.

[Cคɾเ&#..]

Oh how I miss my doggy too! This just warapps all my feelings into a nice bundled up poem ready to go. Exactly how I felt when I lost my Daisy. Your narrative peom is one that is just so.....realatable, and sad. Nice write!

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Brilliant!!! ... you are so wonderful , and your ideas a beautiful too.... Thank you ! Yossi