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Sunday, 29 November 2009

A Christmas Present

She sat on the moth-eaten couch.
Rheumatic Legs,
Frozen by the news.
They were to go shopping.
The wreath remained
unpacked- paper, hiding
its purpose.

knock

They brought, a box and a letter,
in their best black
and sombre expressions.
Muttering an apology,
they laid it down,
with a little salute
and left.

tears

Broken spectacles fogged
with memories
of life,
she placed the wreath,
decorated fancy,
with Christmas joy,
upon the flag-clad box-

a coffin paperholder*.

*Graham Greene, The Comedians

3 comments:

Kaushik said...

First two parts are nice. The third needs a little reworking - right now it's trying a little too hard. It's pretty ob by the third section that it's death and a funeral, so let that section state less and reflect more.
If you know what I mean.

Shivraj said...

good one...

Uttara said...

@Koggax,
How does this version sound?

@Arbit,
Thanks :)