Grey Mums – Double Kyrielle Sonnet – November 3, 2014

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Grey Mums

Standing in the cold rain all day
Wishing there were another way
She felt no joy, no spark of life
Grey were the Mums cut with her knife

He slashed out and he meant to hurt
He made her fell as cheap as dirt
Another day of useless strife
Grey were the Mums cut with her knife

Jaded feelings under fall’s clouds
No sun could burn away those shrouds
She was e’er a dutiful wife …
Grey were the Mums cut with her knife

Standing in the cold rain all day
Grey were the Mums cut with her knife

§§§

The hearse wove through the city streets
The crowd looked on in dark defeat
Laid serene in her bed of wood
It seems no on had understood

Pneumonia took away her breath
Leading to her untimely death
The doctors did all that they could
It seems no one had understood

Satisfied by the mourners, he
Knowing that he’d walk away free …
Selling Mums in the rain she’d stood
It seems no on had understood

The hearse wove through the city streets
It seems no on had understood

§§§

Standing in the cold rain all day
Grey were the Mums cut with her knife …
The hearse wove through the city streets
It seems no on had understood.

Written for BJ’s Shadorma & Beyond – Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie and The Sunday Whirl

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20 thoughts on “Grey Mums – Double Kyrielle Sonnet – November 3, 2014

  1. Oh wow …. I thought you were going in one direction … and then you led us down a totally different road!!! Very nice — very clever! How well you do these!

    So envious!!!!

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    • Chrysanthemums or mum are the flower used in cemeteries here in Italy .. and this time of the year the shops and cemeteries are full of the because of All Souls Day .. cool that the poem should remind you of an old song .. I’m trying to teach myself to write a little darker … at least sometimes 😉

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    • Thanks Justine … I’m not terrible good at writing dark … somehow there’s always a quirky bit of positive there. I’m pretty much pleased with this one.

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    • Thanks! The single kyrielle sonnet seemed truncated and forlorn so I decided to write a second to continue the tale, little knowing where it was going to go.

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