Hello Christina,
This is not one of my favourites of your productions. There´s nothing that I would especially single out as needing to be changed, except the final line. But I feel that this is much more a private poem than one for public consumption. Perhaps one that needed to be written from your own point of view and which is important to you for that reason. Of course, others may feel differently to me on this. Hope this is useful.
Best wishes, Mike
--- Alkuperäinen viesti ---
Peggie
They did her hair and make-up as she lay
that last night in the Holy Trinity -
a stone's throw from home and the Social.
At Mass the stained glass glowed -
the face of Mary might have been anyone.
"We put her lighter and Bensons in the coffin.
She'll have her fags: always first on her list."
Then the slow drive past daffodils
to top soil dry and warm with sunlight.
The procession counted blessings:
she wanted to die before this war started;
the cherry blossom over her grave
will soon fall as confetti.
Today light shines on the stitched suede leaves
she left in 'The Imitation of Christ'.
I wonder if she's home at last?
christina fletcher
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