Junk Mail

Prose Poem about twilight days.

 

 

 

Stanley Morton’s wide awake,

Cup of tea at half past eight!

He’s buttering a round of toast!

Alert, anticipating post.

 

Junk mail’s pushed through Stanley’s door.

‘Double glazing’ and two more!

Life Insurance, if you please!

One from a shady charity!

 

Like farmer gathers priceless, crop,

Stanley gleans the letters up!

Moving quickly as he’s able,

Sits with mail at kitchen table.

 

Then with deft magician’s touch

The junk mail letters reconstruct!

Communications from lost and dead

Commute to Stanley Morton’s head!

 

(Inspired by his memories

we share his sweet reverie.)

(Junk Mail Letter 1 from Everest DoubleGlazing becomes.

“Sweetest son here is your letter,

from your loving Mum and Dad.

Writing from the ever after,

hope this letter makes you glad!

 

We will ever be your sword and shield.

Supporting you in every way!

In your dreams still we embrace you

When in, your lonely bed, you lay!”

 

( Junk Mail Letter Letter 2. from the Star Life Insurance.)

 

 “Dearest Daddy do forgive me,

Here is  your one and only son.

I have failed to come and see you

Failed to use the telephone!

 

Now, sweet Father, this all must change.

We shall call on Tuesday week.

Bringing Julia and the children

Then to make your day complete”

 

(Junk Mail Letter 3. from Save the Rabbits Charity.)

 

“Oh my husband how I’ve loved you,

Since time that I was young and fair.

Yet every day I still am with you

Dance around you in the air.

 

But my darling what will be will be.

I long to have you by my side.

Still I wait for you in Heaven,

Ever your eternal bride!”

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Postscript.

Police Constable reporting by telephone to his Sergeant after dealing with an incident! 

 

 

“Regarding the sudden death at 59, High Street Sarge!

It’s a respectable looking man called Stanley Morton.

Seems to have died while having his breakfast.

Estimated time of death about one week ago.

No suspicious circumstances!

There are seven days of junk mail behind the door.

Funnily enough he died holding one of these letters.

Letter dated last Monday week!

No next of kin. Rumours of a son but the neighbours haven’t seen

a soul here for at least two years since Mr. Morton’s wife died!

No doubt the son will turn up for his inheritance!

One more thing Sarge! Mr Morton seems to be a great British eccentric!

He collects junk mail! One of his bedrooms is full of it!”

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Experimental work I hope you like it!

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

!!!i hate junk mail- love this tho:)

[emmajoy]

Brilliant, Ron!

There are so many facets to this post: the easy meter of the relaxing, breakfast ..

.. then, the post/junk mail with the tvoices from the past, some lines very poignant: '"Dearest Daddy do forgive me, / Here your one and only son./
I have failed to come and see you / Failed to use the telephone!'

Then, there's final area, a factual report (as in the formula for the post) about the finding of Stanley Morton: a sad ending to a very unusual piece of writing - quite unique

As to being a Brit eccentric.. are there any left :-)

Thank you so much for sharing.

[Amanda]

though it is a sad story about twilight days, it is quite good. it wasn't too good for poor mr. morton, but at least he was going to a good place...right where he belonged. sad thing is that this sort of thing probably really happens.

good work, Ron.

Amanda

[Writeress]

Yes, I certainly like it. It's really interesting. Poor Mr. Morton. He had some emotional family issues. They're sorted now.

[samdraMAYHEM]

O.o
that was unique....to say the least.