Engagements

 

Dublin: a daughter’s French polished

nails tap H. M. Samuels window,

 

staccato, she shows a still young mother,

that ring she desires. A fortnight ago,

 

a drunken Northern friend dusted

a gold ring on her blouse, recalled the walks

 

she took around the overcast estate,

hand-in-hand with her fiancé, through barriers

 

of tanks and barbed wire;

the April lullabies he whispered in her ear

 

their dreams after the exam season.

How a hit and run, stole him and the sight

 

from her left eye, leaving only

a seamy blood scar and her utter darkness.

Reviews

[Steve]

This is horrible! ((LOL))

So very sad and tragic.