Effigy

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demure101
demure101
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Twice widowed, died too early – can her life
have been a happy one? Beneath a low
dull-coloured gothic arch, hands on her breast,

she lies asleep. The apse is quiet, far
out of the thick of life, behind a screen
reached from the choir. Never truly bright

the place is steeped in gloom now tousled clouds
blot out the sun; a thin rain patters on
the stained glass overhead. She looks quite frail

but quietly attractive, lying there
unchanged. Since I last saw her, twenty years
have passed. They made no difference. Time won't make

her shift position, smile, cry out, complain –
six hundred years of permanence in stone,
as English as the sunshine and the rain.

demure101
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tazz317tazz317almost 10 years ago
MAYBE LELAND WAS WRONG

Tombstones can talk back silently. TK U MLJ LV NV

Ashesh9Ashesh9almost 10 years ago
600 years of permanence in stone : brought to life in 5 stanzas of

Beautiful verse : bravo , Dem !

pelegrinopelegrinoalmost 10 years ago

Beautifully composed!

There is so much in it.

Little historical information given, but I would not like more. I prefer to keep on guessing who she is and where she lies. English, attractive fragile female, 600 hundred years ago, married twice, died young? (I'll try to make as many guesses as I can).

You capture very precisely the quite and sublime atmosphere of the interior of a gothic building, either cathedral or big church, "never truly bright", but with the soft light of the stained glass where "a thin rain patters".

Your first question, (did she have a happy life?) is, I think, the correct first question that should come to mind looking at her effigy and maybe is answered in a strange way at the end. Time cannot touch her anymore. We'll never know.

Thanks for sharing. I have to do thinking tonight.

5ed, of course

:)

AngelineAngelinealmost 10 years ago
You really convey the scene well

I'm seeing a sepulchre with a carved figure on in. You really convey the peace and hush of it...and the sense of time stretching to eternity. I wonder now who it is? :)

twelveoonetwelveoonealmost 10 years ago
I don't understand

the organization of three line stanzas, here

no matter, good stuff-5ed of course

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