All things bright and beautiful

We sat at the back of the hall and
watched Miss Popgood die.
We were singing
'All things bright and beautiful'
when she slid graceless
and slumped against
Year 4's coloured mural.
No-one seemed to notice,
the singing drowned her out
Mr Jenkins on the piano
always played a rousing hymn
while Miss Carter's out of sync
soprano raised the vaulted roofs.
I couldn't see her spirit rise
'In all things wise and wonderful.'
From my vantage point
I could see her drool.
Her eyes stayed open
with ashen paper skin.
We sang All things Bright and beautiful
and the Lord God took away.





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Written on 2007-12-12 at 16:19

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
A wonderful poem of how life is a clever matter of fact poem that relates the simple things of the day with a persons demise this is writing skill in itself a little like Pam Ayres bitter sweet comedy and yet your own brand of nostalgia.

I was reminded initially of the point in Laurie lee's 'Cider with Rosie' when as children they find their school teacher had rowned herself

a powerful, a sad, an oftimes comic verse especially the point about the piano and the soprano voice excellent and in my favs rgds mike
2007-12-13


Kathy Lockhart
just amazing Elle. Pictures, stories, morals, hymns, and people being people while God is God. wonderful!
2007-12-12