What to call this one?
A mystery from some years ago
On this day - 17 years ago now
A person fell to their death
From a balcony abroad
If it wasn't so serious
We might say:
'Did he fall or was he pushed?'
No one knows - we'll never know....
An open verdict at the Coroners
I think of you, C.F.* (*initials disguised)
Whatever happened that day
And however it happened
A lovely Funeral Service - spoke of faith, trust, etc
Even all 8 verses of 'Abide with me'
It's not often sung in full
But then a terrible outpouring of grief
Such as I had hardly known before
I didn't stay long at the graveside
I even got snubbed for trying to comfort some
Though I didn't know the friend that well
But not even reaching age 25
'Go away; who are you?' some said to me
I explained, but had the thought that they were saying
'Shut up, you ridiculous little man'
It was oppressive
They were from a rather 'common' area of town
But their social background is only one factor
A feeling of darkness; an atmosphere of death
Mostly of No Hope
I made my own 'closure'
A visit to the graveside on my own
Apart from the nastiness
Some due to grief
But that's no excuse to be plain offensive...
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: August 25th, 2024 01:32
- Comment from author about the poem: A true story.
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Comments7
I avoid funerals. For me they mean nothing no matter how close I am/was to the subject. It further should mean nothing to the subject, who has well and truly departed the scene.
But quite obviously for many it is very significant, the funeral a very important part of the process of what for me is garbage disposal. And incomprehensible, perhaps irrational emotions do run very high.
You are not still sore after all this time, are you orchi?
Thanks Dog. Shall I call you Dog, DD, or what?!
This 'anniversary' reminds me of the event. I was a bit too familiar though, I admit.
It's hardly the place to say, in so many words 'Cheer up, it may never happen!' That is crass, but completely a NS thing of Sir Orchi. I never said that though - honest! (ooh!).
Confused as ever - 'name's Dave.
Shall I call you Doggerel?! lol
Demonstrably you aren't too put down now - your frivolity is quite revealing orchi.
It's escapism I suppose. I revert to NS - talking rubbish. Some say 'No change there then!' Aww.
Orchi this is a vast departure from your regular writes and seems as if it were another person altogether. Dark and sad, mysterious and unresolved.
Thanks SB. I assumed everyone there had faith or belief of some sort - maybe they didn't? Hope it's not distressing for you, though it was a dark atmosphere after the service.
You pour out your caring heart in this poem my friend. Grief can bring out the worst in some, but your words of comfort were deeply meant, and those who snubbed are the unfortunate ones.
Thanks Bella. I don't like saying it, but they were rather a 'common' lot. Not that I got go round with me nose in the air, looking down on everyone else.
This was sad to read. Such an unkind memory of a funeral for a lost friend who was so young. The fact that it has stayed with you all these years, tells a story of the hurt you felt, when you also were hurting. A most poignant write Orchi.
Thanks Cassie. I don't brood on it, but remember it on the sad 'anniversary'.
Sad but a beautiful write
Thanks Tony.
You're welcome
It was the Butler in the dining room. I like the form.
Thanks Dan.
Good words Orchi, we each find our own way of dealing with the death of friends and family, I am sure you were right in finding your own way to say goodbye to your friend.
Andy
Thanks Gold.
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