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The Adaptation
From the front step as the evening ends
Irene waves to stalwart friends,
then locks the door and slips the chain
and turns to thoughts of Len again.
Stirring warming milk she thinks
she’s poured enough to make two drinks
and wonders widows ever learn
the dear departed don’t return.
Travis Brow
Thu 7th Feb 2013 07:11
Thank you all. Once you get your eye in, the penultimate line works, i think. It's based on something my aunty said to me just after she was widowed.
Nicely done. Love the 'stalwart friends' says so much in a couple of words.
I see wher JC's coming from inre your last 2 lines . I took me few re-reds to understand it as "I'm surprised widows ever learn"
I love this poem.
<Deleted User> (10123)
Wed 6th Feb 2013 11:04
Nicely done, don't agree with JC, I think the ending couplet Does make the poem what it is! I thank you, ta muchly, Nick
ps on the same theme, Gone, is a little longer.
Very poignant image, Travis. Made more powerful by its brevity.
Maybe I'm not reading it right but the last two lines don't seem to quite hang together (it's probably me).
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tony sheridan
Fri 8th Feb 2013 19:45
Beautiful. Take care, Tony.