red invitation




"Red Invitation"

Crocheted a whole story 
in golden twine of soft angora

She said no purple 
I don’t want purple Agapanthas

the whole barbecue thing 
is a party thing 

unattended. 

This was the most recent 
conversation.

Lavender Street, She said,
the Church sits in, how apt.

Lavender.
Well oiled. Calmly receptive.

Ashes to ashes.

Crocheted a whole story 
in golden twine of soft angora. 

Cocooned 
safely tied, catscradled in lace. 

The invitation red -  
So not vanilla. 

Lavender Street
the Church sits in, how apt. 

The invitation red. 

Candide Diderot. ‘24






“You know what they always say: 
you can’t spell ‘funeral’ without ‘fun’ ..."

deathlifemusefree verse

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Benjamin Bartley

May 30, 2024 at 6:01 PM

I'd never seen the quote at the end ever. It really did make me understand your poem better. And all the pics. Very nice read.

Candide Diderot

May 30, 2024 at 7:47 PM

Thank you. My version of "a wake"...

Candide Diderot

May 30, 2024 at 9:54 AM

"One of the great advantages of cremation - apart from all sanitary conditions - lies in the swift restoration to Mother Nature of the material elements composing the physical and astral corpses, brought about by the burning."

Candide Diderot

May 30, 2024 at 9:55 AM

"The song is ended, but the melody lingers on." :)

Daniel Henry Rodgers

May 30, 2024 at 9:04 AM

Hello Candide, Your use of imagery is very stark and a deep reflection. The contrast between the golden angora and the absence of purple creates a compelling tension. I love how you inked in Lavender Street and the church, adding layers of meaning. The red invitation and the calm lavender are striking symbols. Beautifully done. It is interesting that we both wrote and posted a poem this week using Red in the title - Blessings, Daniel

Candide Diderot

May 30, 2024 at 9:11 AM

Thank you. I will have to go and read your poem using "Red". I was unaware of it. How intriguing. My poem emanates from a recent conversation re: cremation. Lavender St, is a real Street. The Church is Anglican.