ObsessionA Poem by David Lewis PagetI’d seen the widow walk back and forth The length of the village street, Her veil so black and her dress so long You’d see neither face nor feet, She never would speak to anyone But would simply seem to glide Within the folds of that mourning dress Like a slowly ebbing tide. At first she’d walk at the early dawn But then she’d be gone by noon, The light of day would spirit away Her wandering sense of gloom, She’d not be seen till the sun went down When you’d hear the swish of lace, Catching along the sea wall stone And whipping around her face. She never would miss the evening tide That would bring the fleet back in, Check every boat that was still afloat If its catch was full, or thin, Her only love had gone out one day With his sails set high to roam, His boat had floated out in the bay But he had not come home. It took a week for the widows weeds To start to march on the shore, And no-one dared to look in her face So deep was the grief she wore, ‘I never knew pain like this exists,’ She’d cry, when she was alone, But over the next few painful weeks She knew that he’d not be home. Then she slowly tore off the widow’s veil, She gave up the mourning dress, I watched her enter the world again Just as beautiful, no less. It took me months but I won her round, I’d kept my scheme afloat, By hiding away the tools I’d used To sink her husband’s boat. David Lewis Paget
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