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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (i.m. Kathleen Shaw) The flower face of the sun bloomed on you, the corona of light easing the passage, caressing you. Catwalking on the bright side of life; the false jollity, aching to laugh. Embraces, your body in a bowl of arms, brave waves, the last goodbye. My own desperate clutching, as if I were a tree sucking at the sky. The delicate frosting on my birthday cake - a sugary irony. How quickly the coronal of anniversary flowers became a wreath. Choking on the three hundred miles to your resting place, the car eating the road. Tension-riddled, the family squabbles snapped at the air. Alone in the pristine, starched hotel room, propped between pillow and sheet, stiff as rigor mortis, my eyes ploughing a newspaper, thoughts turned introvert and febrile. A white envelope holding the small silver gift of your necklace, an oyster cradling its pearl. Your gold ring playing its warmth on my finger, thin and white, the September sun shining in it. A passion flower clinging to its wire hoop, sweating out the fragrance of late summer. Defiant and slightly shocking in my bright patchwork skirt; a vibrant rainbow flying in the black leer of the cortège. Your husband easing the great weight of his grief with valium. The voice of the vicar carrying, stentorian, across the echoing expanse of church. In your diaphanous dress you were a bride embracing your bouquet - the mourning arum's white head bowed. Fine linen shrouding the table, pink curls of salmon, water glasses floating their tiny icebergs. Plumbing the depths of your wardrobe, the outfits hanging limp as fish. The room gasping in late sunlight, heady with your Florentyna perfume and oxygen cylinders, the light lying glassy and quiet. Your loving memorabilia yielding to damp autumn earth. My eyes opening to your immortality. An immortal truth.
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