Poem ‘Mrs Wright’

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Mrs Wright

We approached her, standing stiffly
outside her cottage on the corner,
while she tended those remaining roses.

The sun was in his fall
with Michaelmas giving way to cooler winds.
She turned with some difficulty,

but still greeted us with a bespectacled smile.
She always had time, especially for me
and her roses, her world seeming slow

and certain, just like the green bus
we caught that hour on the bridge.
By the time we got back,

tired and ladened with groceries,
the sun was still out, sinking intensely
over the evergreen cemetery.

We saw no sign of the ambulance,
or the policeman’s bicycle.
Not even her son’s hastily parked car.

There was only a flutter
in the curtains across the road
as we struggled on by.

Such had been her last afternoon
upon which we had paused.
We hurried home having no idea,

doing up our light coats
in the stiffening breeze.

poem © copyright df barker 2012, first published in poetry collection ‘Anonymous Lines’, available digitally at amazon.co.uk and amazon.com (latter for the book itself).

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29 thoughts on “Poem ‘Mrs Wright’

  1. Hi David,
    there is so much to say about this wonderful poem, like how the cemetery throws it’s shadow ahead.
    I shall just say I love it. The flutter in the curtains…

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  2. Beautiful poetry …every now and then someone leaves ..and yet how life for every one else just goes on….it has to, nothing flourishes in a stagnant pool
    loved it 🙂

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  3. ‘nothing flourishes in a stagnant pool’ – hey, Soma, that’s a great line! I promise I won’t use it… 😉 Thank you so much for your kind words once again.

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  4. I have lived in my home for close to 40 years and have had experiences like this with lovely older neighbors. I still look back and remember them, and also recall the ordinary quality of sometimes seeing them walk a dog or prune roses, and then they’re gone. You beautifully captured how that ordinary passing can feel like an extraordinary observation. Beautiful and sad…the no goodbye. Debra

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  5. This one grips the heart for sure. You did an amazing job with this from beginning to end. Even the title…just excellent! I really admire how familiar you made her seem, not only to the writer, but for the reader as we “remember her” through the eyes of one who admired her so.

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  6. This is wonderful David!

    My favourite part is the bit about the green bus – terrific.

    I want to tell you that I am learning a great deal about how to write my poetry from you. Your style speaks so vividly to me so thank you. Not that I am aiming to copy you of course! (I am quite enjoying developing my “voice”) Just getting much desired inspiration 🙂

    Christine

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  7. Thank you very much Christine! And I’m extremely flattered to think that my style is copyable!!! Thank you! 🙂

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  8. Wow!! David, this is a wonderful poem – I could see it – the image of Mrs. Wright as you encounter her for what would be the last time. Poignant – those curtains fluttering in the window…!

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  9. David, this is a lovely remembrance of her and truly reminds me of several elderly couples who have passed on our street. It sounds morbid, but true. Your imagery is just so vivid~

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  10. I’m with Ina…’the flutter in the curtains’…strange how these little things of a life linger…one moment…and then the other…

    Such a gentle reminder…until the power of the last lines…

    This is an exquisite piece!

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