Vacant

 

Today, men came to take his bed away, the remains of his crown of thorns so it would seem.

Yesterday, like the day before, strewn around it like the seeds of a sunflower corona, lay shepherd crook shaped drinking straws.
On the nightstand, below a bookshelf laden with books and the bible of a non-believer, is an empty glass; used to soak the teeth that went with him into the fire.

Tomorrow, when she visits again they will still remain; a reminder of his need for water.

She remembers his pain, and she thirsts.

Today, the telephone of late so hushed, rang. It was a man who called to say that she should collect his cask. She carried them away; his crushed bone shadows close to her ribs.Soon, men will come to take down the For Sale sign, and she wonders,Other than the water glass with its lime scale crust, just what would be left of him that others could see?

For Carrie.

Copyright©Talia Hardy 2012
Photography Baby7
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4 thoughts on “Vacant

  1. Talia,
    Very poignant poem. I really like the imagery in the line:
    “strewn around it like the seeds of a sunflower corona, lay shepherd crook shaped drinking straws”

    Keep up the good work on the NaPoWriMo challenge and thanks for visiting my blog.

    Peace,

    Stephen

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