When the Talking Stopped
Jean Jones
Email: jeantatton@yahoo.co.uk
In the faint hum of the
afternoon
Laden bees buzz, buzzing
Among the musky bloom.
Teddy urged to drink his
share
His mouth firmly
unyielding
Amid the milk-stained hair
And I remember laughing
When as she shelled the
peas
The maggot popped up -
smiling.
But then - the warning
siren.
The sky looked sad,
downcast
The sun had closed its
eyes.
Jagged stairs still clung
to the wall
- Embedded deep
Like the nails in my
clenched palms,
For now there was only
rubble
And broken - broken stems
Where those fingers had
gently tended
The few flowers in the
yard.
With inner sense
dismantled,
I mouthed it would be all right,
But teddy just stared
glass-eyed
- Reflecting my own doubt.
©2007 Jean Jones
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